Chapter 7

Now, Radclyffe had charged him with keeping Mr. Lyle Atwood safe from someone who wanted him for his magical powers. Powers that, apparently, Mr. Atwood didn’t know he possessed—and wouldn’t until his twenty-eighth birthday. 3

“We have the job, or we will once Mr. Radclyffe and I sign the contracts in front of his lawyer and notary,” Lyle announced as soon as he arrived at the shop after the meeting at Radclyffe’s mansion.

“Yes!” Elaine pumped a fist.

“How long do we have to prepare?” Joseph asked, being ever practical about the details.

“The party is the first Friday in February.”

Joseph checked the calendar over the desk in the front office and then turned to Lyle, saying with a grin, “The seventh, your birthday.”

“Yep. At least it’ll give me something to do other than sitting home feeling sorry for myself.” He hadn’t mentioned that to Radclyffe as it wasn’t relevant to what would be happening.