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“Waiting.”

“Magic’s not around,” the woman repeated.

“So, I’ll wait.”

“Magic’s on a ghost hunt.”

I stared at Alice in amusement and began laughing. “Wow, sweetheart, that’s reaching. I don’t care what you are to Magic. Honestly, I’m not here to cause trouble. I want a key, and then I’ll crawl back into the woodwork.”

“No, seriously, Magic is on a paranormal investigation,” Alice insisted.

“Whatever.” I settled in and held her gaze.

“Babe, is there a problem?”

A tall biker leaned toward the woman.

Alice smiled, leaned over, and gave him a lingering kiss. Okay, possibly I was wrong about her being Magic’s old lady.

“Hey, honey,” Alice cooed, and the guy grinned briefly before losing it as he turned to me. He wore a Hellfire MC cut, and his name was Diesel.

“Magic isn’t here.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“Be a long time. He’s not even in the state.”

“What? I need something Magic has.” I was shocked. Were they telling the truth? Was Magic really away, or were they lying to protect him? I looked around. Was Magic holed up somewhere, laughing at me?

“Phone Magic,” a man ordered, and I stiffened. It may have been seventeen years, but I recognised that voice.

“You sure?” Diesel asked. He glanced at the figure behind me.

“He’ll want to know she’s here. Call Magic, Alice.” Onyx stared blank-faced. He recognised me, just as I knew him.

Alice pulled out a phone, gave me a look, and punched in a number. She placed it on the loudspeaker so I could hear it.

“Magic,” Alice said.

“Baby girl,” Magic boomed, sounding happy to see her. My heart clenched as I heard his voice for the first time in nearly two decades. As much as I tried, I couldn’t control the flinch.

“There’s a lady here. Says she knows you and needs to talk,” Alice whispered, holding my eyes. Puzzlement crossed her face; she’d seen my reaction.

“Okay, tell her to come back.”

“Magic, she called you—”

“Jefferson Lincoln Carter, get your ass back here,” I ordered, losing my temper. I needed that key, and I was tired of playing games.

“What’s her name?” Magic gritted out.

“You know who I am, asshole,” I retorted, annoyed at these games.

“What’s her name?” Magic roared.

“Jody Srock. Now get your ass here!” I snapped, irritated.

“Alice, baby girl, get Diesel to lock her down until I get home. That woman doesn’t escape me this time!” Magic ordered.