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look awful. You can’t take our pictures like this.”
    “Darling”—Carol bustled back into the room with a small camera in her hand—“these are the best photos of all. Unrehearsed and yet significant. The moment you all embarked on an international crime-fighting case involving foreign spies and handsome agents.” She smiled happily at Abbey. “I know a dozen good love potions and even more spells, dear.” She clicked away with the camera, taking pictures from several angles. “You just let me know if you need them with your young man.”
    “I don’t have a young man,” Abbey protested.
    “He seems to think so,” Carol said. “You have to learn to make yourself clear in matters of the heart.
    Believe me, I know. Hannah, dear, quit making faces at me. You should be used to having your picture taken.”
    “Not without fifteen makeup men to help her out,” Jonas said.
    “Go away,” Hannah directed him, waving her arm. “I’m too tired to fight with you.” She ignored Carol snapping more shots ferociously.
    “You even manage to look elegant when you’re sending me away, Hannah,” Jonas said, standing up.
    “I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back later to check on everyone. Anyone want help up to their room before I take off?”
    “Are you sick? You never call me Hannah.” Hannah pushed herself upright and regarded Jonas with a troubled gaze. “Are you all right?”
    Her thick mass of platinum hair fell over her shoulder and pooled in spirals over the back of the couch.
    He looked away from her, refusing to meet her eyes.

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    “Jonas,” Hannah insisted, “we can help you feel better. Just give us a minute.”
    His smile was tired. “Thanks, but I’m not allowing you to expend more energy in my direction. I just have a bad taste in my mouth right now. It isn’t pleasant to find out that, under the right circumstances, you might be willing to kill someone in cold blood.”
    “You’re human, Jonas,” Sarah said gently. “We’re your family. Of course you’d feel protective of us.
    And magic ties us all together with a much stronger bond. We don’t know how it works in extreme circumstances. You didn’t kill him. You did the right thing and you brought Abbey home to us. That’s all that matters.”
    “I was never so glad to see someone in my entire life,” Abbey added. “I feel so bad for Gene’s family.
    They must be so frightened right now. He looked bad.”
    “He would have been dead without you, Abbey,” Jonas confirmed. “If he makes it, he owes it to all of you. I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight, but call me if you remember anything else, Abbey. I’ll check on you later and I’ll step up patrols in this area as well.”
    “Thanks, Jonas,” Sarah said. “We’ll make certain Abbey’s careful.”
    “All of you be careful,” he insisted. “If it is the Russian mafia, they won’t hesitate to kill all of you.”
    “Oh, dear,” Carol said and fanned herself with her hand. “I’ve come at just the right time.”
    “Aunt Carol,” Kate protested, “aren’t you afraid?”
    “I came home hoping to put excitement back in my life,” Carol explained. “I’m still a young enough woman to find a good man. I loved my darling Jefferson, but he’s been gone five years and I’m tired of sitting in that huge southern house all alone, surrounded by my photograph albums and nothing else. I love my job as a Creative Memories consultant, but I want to make my memories, not just advocate to others to preserve theirs.”
    “We’re glad you’ve come, Aunt Carol,” Kate said. “We especially need help planning the weddings.”
    She looked at Sarah. “Or should we say wedding? Sarah and I want to have a double wedding.”
    “What about Abbey?” Joley said mischievously, nudging Abigail with her bare foot. “Maybe we’ll have three brides.”
    “Very funny, Joley. Aunt Carol, take a picture of