Anya had spent most of the day cleaning the shop. It took her mind off…things. Which was unnecessary, of course. It was all a stupid spell and it was ridiculous to dwell on it when it clearly didn’t mean a thing. It wasn’t as if she’d ever even considered kissing Giles before.
Not often, anyway.
She was with Xander. She loved Xander and the fact that her ruggedly handsome employer had turned out to be an extremely good kisser didn’t change a thing.
Anya grabbed the broom from behind the counter. Perhaps the floor could use another sweep after all.