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He stared at her and Robert, eyes narrowed. Belatedly, she realized that Edmund must have been out hunting; a shotgun was propped up against one shoulder, and he had several quail strung over the other.
For the longest moment, no one said anything. Danica’s brain babbled at her, Well, it could have been worse — at least it’s Edmund, and not Jeremiah or Samuel. Even so, she knew this was bad. Very bad.
Robert was the first to speak. Tone casual, he said, “Afternoon, Mr. Wilcox.”
“Mr. Rowe.” Edmund’s dark gaze moved from the other warlock to Danica, appraising her.
In that moment she was unutterably relieved that the younger Wilcox brother had come across her and Robert while they were only talking. Or had he seen that kiss they’d shared? No, he couldn’t have. There were too many dea
