A Witch In Time: Magic and Mayhem Book Three by Robyn Peterman Page A

you.”
     
    “Mac, there’s just no way,” I tied to explain but my tears blurred my words.
     
    And then it happened.
     
    And it was so simple, so wonderful and so terrifying.
     
    As my tears fell from my eyes the rain fell from the sky. The sun didn’t hide away, it grew stronger and brighter. The harder I cried the faster the rain fell. Rainbows shot out from behind the puffy white clouds and sparkled like glitter in the sky.
     
    Mac took my hands and I felt a powerful magic flow between us. As breathtakingly gorgeous as the surroundings were, nothing was more beautiful than the man staring at me with so many unanswered questions in his eyes. Was it really true that together we were capable of making this kind of beauty? Could I trust this? Would I fuck it up?
     
    “There’s another surprise,” Mac said as he tilted my chin up to the branches of the tree above our bench.
     
    Sweet Goddess on bender, now I was certain I was going to turn Mac’s secret place into a flood plain. In the strong and thick branches of the tree was a darling little house. The kind of tree house every little girl dreamt of. The windows had window boxes with peach and lemon yellow flowers spilling from them. Sheer curtains floated in the breeze and there was a porch with rockers on it. It was mesmerizing.
     
    “For me?” I blubbered as I held on to him for dear life.
     
    “For you,” he said. “All of this is for you.”
     
    I was pretty sure what I was feeling was love, but I had a few things to do before I could say the words out loud.
     
    “Mac, I… ”
     
    He quickly pulled me to his chest, making speech impossible. “No. It’s still not time for decisions. You can’t say anything until we’ve had all our dates.”
     
    His expression was worried and unsure and I hated myself for being the reason it was there, but he deserved all of me if I had it to give. There was only one way for me to find out.
     
    I nodded and let my body relax against his as my gaze wandered over the Eden we were standing in. If this was really what we were capable of then I was going to work like hell to fix myself so I deserved it—and him.
     
    “Take me to Roger,” I said with a renewed determination to get my shit together. I was no longer going to protect myself in therapy. I was going to let it rip.
     
    Goddess help us all.
     
    Especially Roger.
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    “You want to do what ?” Roger croaked, paler and more alarmed than I’d ever seen him.
     
    “Do you need the puke bucket?” I asked, concerned that the rabbit was going to lose his lunch.
     
    Mac had dropped me off at Roger’s office and I’d caught my therapist as he was leaving for the day. Of course it was after four so Roger’s pallor might be due to drinking… Mac had no clue what I was so fired up about, but he was a very good sport and asked no questions. I’d like to think it was because he trusted my intuition, but more likely he was terrified.
     
    “Just repeat what you just said so I’m sure I heard you correctly,” Roger requested shakily.
     
    “Okay, here’s the deal,” I began enthusiastically and placed the puke bucket at his feet as a precautionary measure. “I want to do two-a-day therapy sessions until I’m fixed—possibly three-a-day because I’m kind of in a time crunch here. I refuse to use my tree house until I can do so without guilt. And I really want to use my tree house.”
     
    “Tree house?” he queried cautiously.
     
    “Yep, it’s totally awesome and I’ll have you there for lunch after I’m fixed up and functional.”
     
    “I see,” he murmured as he jotted wildly on a notepad.
     
    “Along with the massive quantities of head shrinking I’m going to do, I’ve decided to star in the play.”
     
    “My goodness, you have?” he questioned, very surprised.
     
    “Yes. I’m doing it for my dad. He is not fitting in very well here due to his obsessive cheating habits and I want him to stay. Therefore,