"It's a doozy." He swung his feet off his desk and swiveled around in his chair, almost knocking over the towering pile of mail he'd been sorting. Without pausing for a response, he read aloud in a sarcastic tone: " 'Want to cast a spell on that special someone? Longing to enchant him, ensnare him, bring him to his knees -- or at least drag him to the altar? A few drops of amber liquid may hold the key to your romantic dreams.' " "Love potions?" Martin Ambrosio raised his eyebrows, allowing his fingers to slip from the computer keyboard mid-sentence. "That's nothing new. I've seen hundreds of ads promising instant amour." "Yeah, but this isn't an advertisement. It's an interview with some woman in Marin who's selling her supposedly 'magical' concoction right and left. Everyone the reporter interviewed swears the stuff never fails. They say every single person who drinks it falls passionately in love." Zach laughed bitterly. "Too bad I didn't have a vial of that when Eve was still around." Martin winced at the reference to Zach's ex-wife.
