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The three of them all looked at one another rather awkwardly, and Kate fought back a grimace. Yes, getting coffee had taken up some time, but right then, seven o’clock and Jack’s return felt eons away.
“So….” Kate said at last. “Do you get a lot of jobs babysitting civilians?”
“Not really,” Caitlin replied. She smiled somewhat lopsidedly. “Most of the time we probably seem like normal people. Our neighbors have no idea.”
“Thank God,” Alex said. “Sometimes I think it would be easier up in Jerome, with witches on every side.”
“Are there?” Kate asked, somewhat confused. “My brother made it sound as if only about half the people in Jerome are actually McAllisters.”
“Your brother’s right,” Caitlin said, giving her husband a mock-severe look. “But all the civilians who live there know w
