Chapter 1If I say the words and use the crystal, the candle will light, Dale Edinger told himself. He sat slouched on the sofa of the den with his late Aunt Mildred’s grimoire in his lap. At first glance the thing looked like a binder full of recipes, instead it was a book of spells and notations on magical items. Maybe he should ask Riadh for advice on the spell. No, damn it, it was only a spell for lighting a candle. If it didn’t work, it was no big deal. Riadh would probably give him one of those slow, amused smiles. God, the idea of being pressed up against Riadh sent a wave of warmth through Dale. The dusky tan of Riadh’s skin, the long lithe body, the firm curve of his ass…Dale shook his head, refocusing on the binder in his lap. He had placed a fat pillar candle on the coffee table
