that way.” DC sat back behind his computer.
“That’s not a problem,” she admitted. “Let’s just assume we’re all sexually attracted to each other, love each other as friends or more, and are open to the idea of a group encounter. Four men would certainly be a first for me, but I’m willing to try if we’re all sure. However, my magic might not be strong enough on its own to protect four men in battle. With your energy helping to fuel it, we might really get the protection around you guys to hold, but maybe not.”
“I knew she wanted us.” Andy kissed her lips. “It’ll take some practice. Training and building up the powers doesn’t happen overnight. Just like working out.”
“Easy. We need to get Reed on board. That man could be a monk.” Jude looked back at the porch and stole a kiss from Phoebe when the others weren’t looking.
Her smile told Jude it was a fantasy of hers too. The love of friends counted, but he saw something more in her eyes. The feelings went deeper than that, and Jude would bet this old house on it. Moving too fast would be a mistake. Trying to talk it all out now might make them all reconsider. Just like one of his gym clients, they couldn’t hit the heavy weights on day one. They had to work up to it with time.
Jude rolled his eyes at Andy. “Go get Reed. We’re wasting witch time.”
“Are your legs broken?” Andy shot Jude a look.
“Reed and you started this PI agency. I’m just the hunk of muscle. DC is book guy. You guys have your names on the plaque out front.” Jude shrugged.
Phoebe smiled. “Four headstrong guys. This won’t get complicated at all.”
“You know it, and still you can’t wait to get us naked.” Jude winked at her.
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There was a knock on the door as Reed hung up the phone. “Yeah,” he answered.
Andy entered. “We need you in the dining room.”
“Phoebe found out where the demons are hiding?” Reed had been avoiding the sexy siren of a witch. She and DC worked so well together, Reed gave them space.
Andy nodded. “Yep, but there’s more. We need you out here.”
“I’ve got other cases.” Reed saved the file on his computer and changed to another potential client.
“No, this is to help protect us with the demon thing. We all need to agree.” Andy smiled.
“Okay. Why are you grinning?” Reed stood and followed Andy out.
“You’ll see,” Andy replied.
Everyone was smiling, even DC. Reed saw a hint of blush on Phoebe’s cheeks, and his old cop instincts set off alarms. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. DC and Phoebe came up with an idea to get the protection spell to take.” Jude shrugged.
“Okay, great. We don’t need more injuries. Whenever you get it ready, cast the spell and we can go after the demons. I’m going to continue reviewing the potential paying cases,” Reed said.
“You’re going to need to participate a little more.” Phoebe held up her fingers to show a pinch, her bracelets clinking along her arm.
“I’m not that comfortable with magic.” Reed was raised in a strict Christian house with one wild Wiccan grandma who’d taught him the value of seeing things both ways. Finding other pagans had been his rebellion in college. While it felt right, he couldn’t deny his conservative upbringing, so magic still seemed evil to him, among other things.
“You don’t have to do it yourself, but if we’re protecting your group, you need to join in the activity to enhance the spell,” DC said.
When DC didn’t make eye contact, Reed took the seat next to him. “Activity?”
“My magic might not be strong enough to effectively cast a spell on four people without some help. If I can channel all of our energy, it’ll be stronger. The more connected we are, the better,” Phoebe explained.
“I doubt the weekly poker game will produce enough energy. Connected through what activity exactly?” Reed asked.
“Sex magic has been used for centuries. It’s an ancient pagan
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