Maggie rolled her eyes and made a fanning motion towards her face like she was getting the vapors. "Oh, I do declare, Mr. Astor, you're makin me all weak in the knees," she said with an affected southern accent before straightening herself.

The next second she called the air behind him and spun it together, bringing the whole spinning mass against his backside then turned back to her carafe. She set another pot on to brew for the late morning book club crowd and turned to smirk at him over her shoulder. He'd known her too long not to know about the magic and she usually didn't use it much. But sometimes he needed a kick to the backside and using the air was the most effective method.