Her eyes scanned the room and spotted her cell phone lying on the coffee table at least three whole feet away from her hands. She groaned. This was when she didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to be a Jedi, so she could use the Force to make her phone fly right into her hand.	What the hell, right? Lifting one arm she reached out an open hand toward the small electronic device. Use the Force, Wynn, she thought and had to stifle a slightly punch-drunk giggle.	From his seat in the oversized chair, Knox eyed her strangely. After a moment, she gave up and dropped her hand to her side, rolling her head along the sofa cusions to meet her mate's gaze. "What were just doing?" he asked warily.	"Using the Force."	He looked from her to the table and back again. "Did you do this successfully?"	She shook her head and grinned. "The Force is weak with this one. I'll never be a Jedi Master.
Christine Warren, Hard as a Rock
gargoyles, paranormal-romance, witches