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and with a wave of her hand she summoned coffee and tea on her guest china. She even went the extra mile and conjured chocolate pumpkin cookies. Those were her brothers’ favorites.
    Falcon was the first to sit down. “So—” He paused as he took a cup of coffee and crammed two cookies into his mouth. “When are you bringing him home?”
    It sounded more like a drunk with a harelip trying to recite Shakespeare, especially amid the crumbs falling out of his mouth, but she knew what he was asking.
    “I’m really not sure,” she demurred.
    “Midnight, it’s not just us asking. Mom wants to know.
    In fact, it took something just short of tying her down to make her stay home,” Raven said as he crammed three cookies in his mouth.
    “Hell.” This really was the worst that could happen. “I need to check with Dred’s secretary and take a look at his schedule.”
    “If he wants to marry you, he can damn well clear it,” Falcon shot back.
    “If he wants to live to make it to the wedding,” Hawk said under his breath.
    “I heard that, Hawk Cherrywood. If any of you lay one hand on him, no, one finger . . . One breath! Just one whisper of hexes or curses and none of you will have any grandchildren to tell this story to. Do you understand me?” Middy looked at each of them pointedly and in turn until they hung their heads.
    “I can’t wait until one of you decides that you’ve found the one . I’m going to make that witch wish she’d never been born.” Middy gave them a wicked grin. “All for your own good, of course. Have to test her, make sure she can go the long haul, right, boys? Everything that you dish up to Dred, I’ll be taking notes.”
    “Go ahead, Mids. I don’t think any of us is the marrying kind,” Raven snorted.
    “Yeah, remember that. And don’t forget to repeat that little gem in front of Mom.”
    They all cringed.
    “Yeah, so you better get onboard with this Dred thing.
    If someone has to give her grandbabies, wouldn’t you rather it be me? Of course, that will only get you a temporary stay of execution, but it’s better than nothing.”
    “You drive a hard bargain, Midnight Marie.” Falcon seemed to get some sort of kick out of using her full name.
    Her face flamed; she couldn’t help thinking of her hard bargain with Dred.
    “Oh, son of a two-headed hydra.” Raven was rubbing at his temples as if the act could push the newly budded pain out of his head.
    “What’s your problem now?” Middy snapped.
    “I know where your mind went. I was right there with you. Not about Dred, of course, but you’re a witch. You’re not supposed to think like a warlock.”
    “And why not? I’m allowed to have a healthy sex drive.” Middy was sure that if Raven could have plugged his ears just then and sung something really loud to keep those words from ever reaching the processing center of his brain, he would have.
    “No, technically you’re not. We remember when you were born, Midnight. We were seven,” Falcon said. “You were the sweetest baby. So pink and happy.” He scowled then, his brow furrowing in displeasure.
    “But I’m not a baby anymore, Falcon. I’m a witch grown. And normal red-blooded witches have sex. With warlocks. Or other witches if that’s what moves them—”
    “Middy, I’m sorry about the door. Really, I am. Heartily and forever. Please, can we not talk about sex?” Hawk begged.
    “This is a new Middy. You’ve never been like this before.” Raven shook his head.
    “Well, it’s all about coming into my own, I guess. See, I liked that look of startled confusion on Dred’s face so much that I’ve uninstalled my filter. I find I quite like the look on all of your faces, too. That and—” She paused for the max-imum effect. If one of her brothers didn’t fall over in a dead faint, she’d be surprised. And disappointed. “I got laid. Does wonders to loosen the tongue, don’t you know.”
    She thought for sure that it would be Raven who reacted