When Leathan agreed, so easily, to go to church with her, Wynne was both pleased and suddenly very nervous, though she wasn't exactly sure why. She wondered if the Lord might strike him down with a bolt of lightning when he set foot inside. Equally as frightening, she wondered if the church ladies might corner him on the porch and pepper him with questions about their relationship. If Mrs. Coolidge heard that she and Leathan had first met at the bar at the Half Moon Putney she might just faint from the juiciness of it. And if Mrs. Giacone knew half the number of flowers that he'd sent in the past weeks, she'd be planning a wedding. Suddenly the thought of Leathan mentioning witchery seemed a minor trouble.

"Oh, no. Nothing to fear there, love. I'll most certainly never speak a word about being a witch," he said, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling, he added: "Wouldn't want them to think I'm a woman, would we?"

Wynne almost didn't quite catch that - the bit about people thinking he was a woman. After a short pause to process it -which was difficult considering the lovely way he was bearing down on her - Wynne leaned back away from him to look him over just a touch, her hands lingering at the top of his hips. "So long as you don't wear a dress, I think that won't be a problem for you," she said, her brow raising ever so slightly. "Though, maybe you should go in disguise, come to think of it. Might be safer that way." She frowned a little, as though quite serious. "The little old church ladies can be dangerous when men are about."

JOEL WATKINS