around for a piece of pie?”
“I’d love to, but I have a few errands,” he said with a smile. Rory stood. “You sure everything is okay here?”
I nodded. “I’m positive.”
“All right.” He hesitated. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. I watched as he walked away. What had I gotten myself into this time? Yeah, I couldn’t take my eyes off him either.
Tom approaching broke my musings.
“Okay then, I’m all done back there. I’ll just go get settled in at the hotel.”
I stood and walked toward him, but not too close. There was a buffer zone as far as Tom was concerned.
“You really didn’t have to do all that today,” I said.
“No, I wanted to. It looks as if you have your hands full around here. What do I owe you for the pie?” he asked.
I waved him off. “Employee discount.” I smiled. “I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
“Thanks,” he said softly, then walked out the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Chapter Ten
My date with Rory had been just what I had needed to take my mind off the vibrant-colored potions sitting on Mystic Café’s shelf. Rory had taken me to dinner, then we’d strolled around town window-shopping and enjoying the late summer evening breeze. Of course, we’d stopped by the Dairy Queen for a late night treat of sugar cones with vanilla ice cream. We hadn’t discussed anything with the café, magic spices, or potions. And I definitely hadn’t mentioned Tom’s name.
The next morning Grandma Imelda bounced through the door with more energy and enthusiasm than a sixteen-year-old. I was behind the counter adding my fresh-baked cherry pies to the display case when she hurried up behind me.
“Today is the day for the potion. It is the optimal time for it, and all the other magic spots in town are implementing the spell.” There was an excitement in her voice.
Turning around to face her, I swallowed hard and managed to choke out, “So it’s time?”
She nodded. “It’s time. Now, don’t you worry. Follow the spell in the book and you’ll be fine.”
I held my hand up to my forehead. “I think I may be coming down with something. Maybe I should close the café for the day.”
“You can’t give the wrong spell to the wrong person. Not this time. They all get the same one. So suck it up, buttercup.” She chuckled and touched my chin with her index finger.
Funny. My grandmother found my ineptness humorous. Good thing I could laugh at myself.
“Aren’t you going to help me with it before you leave?” I asked with a pleading look.
We moved into the kitchen. Well, I reluctantly followed her into the kitchen. I had been happy with the spices. I never had liked change.
Imelda marched over to the shelf, pulled the spell book down, then plopped it onto the counter. “I know you can handle it. Besides, Tom is here. He can help you.”
Her face was emotionless. No little winks or grins. Was she serious? Help with magic from Tom? No way.
“Even if I wanted him to help, which I don’t, he’s not allowed to do magic right now.” I pinched off the edge of a blueberry muffin and popped it into my mouth.
“That doesn’t mean he’s doing the magic if he gives you a few pointers.”
“Well, I don’t want him involved in my magic, anyway. I can handle it on my own.”
“You are stubborn like your mother.” She grabbed the rest of the muffin.
I opened the book and flipped pages, but concentrating on the words was impossible.
Grandma Imelda looked over her shoulder. “Mary Jane’s not here yet?”
“Um.” I looked up from the book, distracted and lost in my worrying thoughts. “She’s on her way.”
“How’s she doing, anyway? She’s been working so hard,” Grandma Imelda said.
“Much better since she started dating Sheriff Jasper.”
“I certainly hope she’s happy with him. That girl is one relationship disaster away from her fourth cat. This is getting
“I’d love to, but I have a few errands,” he said with a smile. Rory stood. “You sure everything is okay here?”
I nodded. “I’m positive.”
“All right.” He hesitated. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. I watched as he walked away. What had I gotten myself into this time? Yeah, I couldn’t take my eyes off him either.
Tom approaching broke my musings.
“Okay then, I’m all done back there. I’ll just go get settled in at the hotel.”
I stood and walked toward him, but not too close. There was a buffer zone as far as Tom was concerned.
“You really didn’t have to do all that today,” I said.
“No, I wanted to. It looks as if you have your hands full around here. What do I owe you for the pie?” he asked.
I waved him off. “Employee discount.” I smiled. “I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.”
“Thanks,” he said softly, then walked out the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Chapter Ten
My date with Rory had been just what I had needed to take my mind off the vibrant-colored potions sitting on Mystic Café’s shelf. Rory had taken me to dinner, then we’d strolled around town window-shopping and enjoying the late summer evening breeze. Of course, we’d stopped by the Dairy Queen for a late night treat of sugar cones with vanilla ice cream. We hadn’t discussed anything with the café, magic spices, or potions. And I definitely hadn’t mentioned Tom’s name.
The next morning Grandma Imelda bounced through the door with more energy and enthusiasm than a sixteen-year-old. I was behind the counter adding my fresh-baked cherry pies to the display case when she hurried up behind me.
“Today is the day for the potion. It is the optimal time for it, and all the other magic spots in town are implementing the spell.” There was an excitement in her voice.
Turning around to face her, I swallowed hard and managed to choke out, “So it’s time?”
She nodded. “It’s time. Now, don’t you worry. Follow the spell in the book and you’ll be fine.”
I held my hand up to my forehead. “I think I may be coming down with something. Maybe I should close the café for the day.”
“You can’t give the wrong spell to the wrong person. Not this time. They all get the same one. So suck it up, buttercup.” She chuckled and touched my chin with her index finger.
Funny. My grandmother found my ineptness humorous. Good thing I could laugh at myself.
“Aren’t you going to help me with it before you leave?” I asked with a pleading look.
We moved into the kitchen. Well, I reluctantly followed her into the kitchen. I had been happy with the spices. I never had liked change.
Imelda marched over to the shelf, pulled the spell book down, then plopped it onto the counter. “I know you can handle it. Besides, Tom is here. He can help you.”
Her face was emotionless. No little winks or grins. Was she serious? Help with magic from Tom? No way.
“Even if I wanted him to help, which I don’t, he’s not allowed to do magic right now.” I pinched off the edge of a blueberry muffin and popped it into my mouth.
“That doesn’t mean he’s doing the magic if he gives you a few pointers.”
“Well, I don’t want him involved in my magic, anyway. I can handle it on my own.”
“You are stubborn like your mother.” She grabbed the rest of the muffin.
I opened the book and flipped pages, but concentrating on the words was impossible.
Grandma Imelda looked over her shoulder. “Mary Jane’s not here yet?”
“Um.” I looked up from the book, distracted and lost in my worrying thoughts. “She’s on her way.”
“How’s she doing, anyway? She’s been working so hard,” Grandma Imelda said.
“Much better since she started dating Sheriff Jasper.”
“I certainly hope she’s happy with him. That girl is one relationship disaster away from her fourth cat. This is getting
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