Strappy sandals completed the outfit, and she braided her hair in a straight column that hung nearly to her waist. The moment she opened her bedroom door, she smelled breakfast. Smiling, she headed downstairs and stopped short. Braxton was sitting at the table and reading a newspaper. Teebie entered and gestured for her to have a seat. “The newspaper is one of my personal tricks. Don’t tell Teal and Tony. They disapprove of my sort of magic if it is used too casually.” Nicia smiled and sat down. Teebie poured her a cup of coffee and Braxton ignored her. That irritated her. “So, Braxton, how long have you been here?” Teebie froze at the challenge in her tone and immediately moved with more care. He looked at her over the paper with his ice blue eyes calm. “Two weeks. I have met ten candidates that I considered but none of them were the right fit.”
