Something Magical (Witches of Hawthorne Grove Book 1) by Leighann Dobbs, Emely Chase Page B
Authors: Leighann Dobbs, Emely Chase
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family's misguided romantic fantasies. Jordan was more like to knock her over than sweep her up, if their first meeting was any to go by.
Without effort, her mind drew an image of him the way she'd first seen him, complete with bomber jacket and dark glasses, and she smiled. He was a cutey, if she were honest about it. In fact, he was downright hot. If cousin Mindy ever crossed his path, she'd be flat out drooling. But then, she reminded herself, Min had found Daniel drool-worthy, too.
While she put together several leafy greens, some onion, shredded cheese, ham squares, and a handful of croutons in a bowl, her thoughts drifted back to the last time she'd spoken to Daniel Smith.
Wedding dress day.
She had hurried to meet him at the door, pressing an exuberant kiss to his cheek without noticing his less than enthusiastic response as she pushed inside his apartment. But she had noticed everything he said and did shortly thereafter. It was as if the entire world had slowed to a crawl and no matter how desperately she had wanted to in that moment, time itself would not allow her to run and hide.
“I've met someone” was his answer when she'd giddily asked if he wanted to see the gown she'd be wearing when she became the luckiest woman in the world. “I never expected it to happen this way, but I hope someday you will understand” were the last words he'd spoken before leaving her alone, utterly dumb-founded and confused, to meet his girlfriend at the airport in Center.
That day was one of the most exciting and thoroughly devastating days of her life. It still affected her badly, even two years later, when she thought about it. Cruel as memories often are, hers from the day of the breakup were downright ruthless, and all this happy chatter from her family and friends over her innocent acceptance of an invitation to see a movie with Jordan Parker was bringing back every one she'd ever had, in vivid, bleeding color.
What little she'd had of an appetite vanished. A sigh of disappointment slid past her lips and she got up to toss the uneaten half of her salad into the disposal. Frowning now, she flipped the switch, then rinsed her plate and fork before setting them aside to wash later, suddenly wishing she could get rid of her memories of Daniel as easily as she had her dinner.
Still lost in thought, she left the kitchen, wandering semi-dazed through the living room until she was standing behind the sofa, looking down at the table where she'd put the beautiful water globe from Seville's. Gently, she lifted it from the stand. Despite the frozen scene depicted inside, the glass was warm in her hands. Her mind was still plagued but the heat from the ball was soothing. Carrying it with her, she rounded the sofa and sat, legs tucked beneath her, and quietly contemplated the cozy imagery inside.
Why did everyone seem to think she'd forgotten? The humiliation, the agony, the thousands upon thousands of tears? The endless days she'd spent curled in a lonely, miserable ball in the middle of her bed because she was too heart-stricken to go out, to be seen in public? It had taken her weeks to recover enough from the shame to show up as a volunteer at the shelter again, and months passed before she'd felt confident enough to reopen her grooming shop in town, but nothing felt the same.
Daniel's desertion just weeks before their wedding day had almost ruined her. Everyone who knew her and knew how badly the breakup had affected her also knew she had no plans to ever put herself in a position to feel such an unspeakable depth of anguish, ever again. But she'd said yes when the new guy in town asked her to sit with him through a movie and her family acted like she'd announced another engagement!
Staring, mostly unseeing, down at the snow globe through eyes glazed with a sheen of unshed tears, Kaylee tilted the glass ball from side to side then turned it over to stir up the white flakes inside and watched, dazed, for the hundredth time
Without effort, her mind drew an image of him the way she'd first seen him, complete with bomber jacket and dark glasses, and she smiled. He was a cutey, if she were honest about it. In fact, he was downright hot. If cousin Mindy ever crossed his path, she'd be flat out drooling. But then, she reminded herself, Min had found Daniel drool-worthy, too.
While she put together several leafy greens, some onion, shredded cheese, ham squares, and a handful of croutons in a bowl, her thoughts drifted back to the last time she'd spoken to Daniel Smith.
Wedding dress day.
She had hurried to meet him at the door, pressing an exuberant kiss to his cheek without noticing his less than enthusiastic response as she pushed inside his apartment. But she had noticed everything he said and did shortly thereafter. It was as if the entire world had slowed to a crawl and no matter how desperately she had wanted to in that moment, time itself would not allow her to run and hide.
“I've met someone” was his answer when she'd giddily asked if he wanted to see the gown she'd be wearing when she became the luckiest woman in the world. “I never expected it to happen this way, but I hope someday you will understand” were the last words he'd spoken before leaving her alone, utterly dumb-founded and confused, to meet his girlfriend at the airport in Center.
That day was one of the most exciting and thoroughly devastating days of her life. It still affected her badly, even two years later, when she thought about it. Cruel as memories often are, hers from the day of the breakup were downright ruthless, and all this happy chatter from her family and friends over her innocent acceptance of an invitation to see a movie with Jordan Parker was bringing back every one she'd ever had, in vivid, bleeding color.
What little she'd had of an appetite vanished. A sigh of disappointment slid past her lips and she got up to toss the uneaten half of her salad into the disposal. Frowning now, she flipped the switch, then rinsed her plate and fork before setting them aside to wash later, suddenly wishing she could get rid of her memories of Daniel as easily as she had her dinner.
Still lost in thought, she left the kitchen, wandering semi-dazed through the living room until she was standing behind the sofa, looking down at the table where she'd put the beautiful water globe from Seville's. Gently, she lifted it from the stand. Despite the frozen scene depicted inside, the glass was warm in her hands. Her mind was still plagued but the heat from the ball was soothing. Carrying it with her, she rounded the sofa and sat, legs tucked beneath her, and quietly contemplated the cozy imagery inside.
Why did everyone seem to think she'd forgotten? The humiliation, the agony, the thousands upon thousands of tears? The endless days she'd spent curled in a lonely, miserable ball in the middle of her bed because she was too heart-stricken to go out, to be seen in public? It had taken her weeks to recover enough from the shame to show up as a volunteer at the shelter again, and months passed before she'd felt confident enough to reopen her grooming shop in town, but nothing felt the same.
Daniel's desertion just weeks before their wedding day had almost ruined her. Everyone who knew her and knew how badly the breakup had affected her also knew she had no plans to ever put herself in a position to feel such an unspeakable depth of anguish, ever again. But she'd said yes when the new guy in town asked her to sit with him through a movie and her family acted like she'd announced another engagement!
Staring, mostly unseeing, down at the snow globe through eyes glazed with a sheen of unshed tears, Kaylee tilted the glass ball from side to side then turned it over to stir up the white flakes inside and watched, dazed, for the hundredth time
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