9
Jenny was glad of the long drive to get back to Jerome. She knew it would take that long to try to put Colin out of her mind, to make herself ignore the little ache she felt deep inside at the thought of not seeing him until next weekend.
He’s a civilian, she reminded herself, but that seemed like a puny excuse. Her mother was a civilian. Big deal. If the person was right for you, the divide between witch and ordinary man didn’t seem to matter all that much.
Traffic in Phoenix had been cloggy and slow, even though Jenny hadn’t gotten on the road until a little after ten. She hadn’t minded too much, since the congestion only pushed back her arrival time that much more. What she did mind was all the impatient big-city drivers, the ones who rode your bumper or cut in front of you at the
