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last tidbit for himself.
    “What do you mean she could see you? Nobody sees Death coming. I don’t like it. We can’t have people dodging their time to pass on. It was bad enough when those stupid Final Destination movies came out and we saw a drop in accidents. I won’t stand for people seeing us and avoiding what they’ve got coming to them.”
    “What would you suggest I do then?” Mictain asked , pinching the bridge of his nose.
    “We need to know more about this girl. Find out how she could see you. I need you to get close to her and encourage her to spill her secret.”
    Mictain frowned at his phone. “You want me to date her?”
    “Date her. Fuck her. I expect you to do what it takes to make sure this doesn’t happen again. She’s attractive enough. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to get in , if you know what I mean.”
    Mictain couldn’t help thinking of her luscious curves and how they’d look even better wrapped around his naked body. However, reality intruded. “What makes you think she wants to see me again? After all, I did show up to collect her soul.” Mictain didn’t mention she’d asked him over for dinner; in hindsight , he was pretty sure she’d meant it as a joke.
    “You’re good -looking for a guy your age. Pour on the charm. Wear some tight jeans. Do something. You never used to have a problem getting women into bed with you.”
    That was true . Hell, he’d had multiples in bed on more than one occasion. Somehow, though, he had the feeling bedding Marigold would be different, and he didn’t like even thinking that way. But orders were orders. The things he did for work. Mictain restrained a sigh. “I’ll do what I can.”
    “You’d better. Keep me apprised of the situation.” With a click, Lucifer was gone and Mictain hung up his hellphone.
    Tapping his fingers on his desktop, he leaned back in his chair. Commanded to seduce a woman who enflamed his lust so he could pump her for information, along with other body parts. Subterfuge wasn’t usually something that bothered him, and he couldn’t deny the idea of bedding the hot witch was appealing. However, a woman scorned was bad enough; a witch scorned who could see death coming... What a cluster fuck in the making.
    Despite his bad feeling about the subterfuge he’d have to engage in, Mictain couldn’t help the anticipation that lightened his step as he shopped for something to wear on his date. It had been several millennia since he’d needed to charm a woman. Should he bring flowers? Chocolate? A charm to detect poison in his food? And what about a condom? While he couldn’t carry diseas e— his deity status protected him from tha t— pregnancy was always a possibility, especially when fucking with humans.
    Mictain reined himself in. All of this planning was well and good . None of it meant that Marigold wouldn’t throw him out on his ear when he showed up in her apartment tomorrow for the dinner he’d never technically accepted.
    Maybe I should wear a jock strap in case she gets violent. Which brought to mind restraints. Hmm, Marigold, spread eagle, tied to the four posters of his bed, naked and begging. He’d better get the big pack of condoms. Maybe two.

Chapter Four
    Marigold sang and danced as she cooked up a storm for a ma n— er bein g— who’d mysteriously vanished instead of answering her invitation to dinner. Perhaps it was optimistic of her. Perhaps it was her hormones hoping to get lucky. Maybe she just hoped she’d intrigued Death’s collector like he’d captivated her. Whatever the reason, she hit the grocery store and picked up a ton of fresh food. She’d also gone to the hairdressers in an attempt to tame her wild mane, had her nails done, and, at her libido’s insistence, sprung for a Brazilian wax, which was painful enough to douse her arousal for a few hours.
    Of course, all this effort would end up a huge waste if he didn’t show up. Her mind’s attempt at a reality check didn’t