Macnair was easy to get alone. Too easy. The wizard had always been foul when it came to the fairer sex. All it took was a few sultry glances in his direction, a couple of touches to the arm, and a whispered assurance that her husband need never know what happened and he followed her home. She managed to convince him that the bedroom or even the kitchen table were too tame for what she had in mind. He was practically undressing as he descended the stairs behind her.