Danny stood in the doorway to the apartment, staring at the fairy woman in disbelief. Unperturbed by his deadly glare or by the happy little Brutus skipping around her feet, she bustled around the kitchen, scarcely even glancing up from her work. A cookbook lay open on the counter and a light dusting of flour coated Ambrielle’s hands. She had ditched her previous clothing yet again for a more casual outfit of a pink blouse and denim capris. A polka-dotted apron covered her from neck to slender waist with the instructions Kiss the Fairy across the front. Danny felt like doing anything but. “And harassment toward a coworker at that,” she said lightly. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Danny.” Her curly head remained bent over the cookbook. Danny dropped the cardboard box he had been lugging. It hit the floor with a thud that echoed through the still apartment, but Ambrielle didn’t even start at the noise. “I was ashamed,” he agreed in a dangerous tone. “Thanks to you, my coworkers now think I’m a perv, and Anne is threatening to bring charges to court.”
