Brennan looked over at his sort-of girlfriend apologetically. "Sorry about that. She'll be back soon. Thanks for being so understanding."
"Of course!" Petunia insisted. "Out of curiosity, how long have you been friends with a witch?"
"More than twenty years now."
She hesitated a moment before asking her next question. "I hate to ask…but is she the one you like? You were willing to drop everything to help her out and I really don't mind but—"
Brennan was horrified. He would never make someone he was dating do something to help out who he was interested in, even if they didn't actually care about each other. That was such a jerk move.
