Happily ever after for everyone
The guy glanced toward the door
where Havan hid. He tipped his head to the side, apparently not
listening to whatever Cian and the girl said. The corner of his
mouth turned upward in a half smile.
Cian rested her hands on her
hips and she raised her voice enough Havan heard what she said. “I
asked you what kind of potion candle you want.”
He didn’t look at Cian, but
fixed his attention on where Havan waited. “I want a special one.
One that no one else wants. One that’s a little rough around the
edges and probably won’t work, but looks cool.”
A shiver raced up her spine and
her hands trembled. The guy was direct and really freaking cute.
Taller than her by at least a foot, dark scruff on his cheeks and
glittering ice blue eyes. His brown hair curled at the nape of his
neck and the stretch of the cotton shirt across his chest hinted to
his time spent slaving in the gym. What would it feel like to touch
him? To hear him whisper her name in the dark? She cut her gaze from
where he stood and focused on her job. No point in drooling over
what she couldn’t have.
“I have just the thing.” Cian
strode toward Havan’s hiding place.
Oh shit. Havan froze. Where the
hell would she run to now? The girl and the guy followed Cian to the
back of the store. The girl grinned from ear to ear.
“How about this one?” Cian
shoved the door open and pointed. To Havan or the candle? She wasn’t
“Hey! That’s your girl.” The
woman squealed. She clapped her hands together. “My brother needs a
date for my wedding and you would be the perfect date. Want to go?”
shut up.” His lips didn’t move but his voice rumbled through the
small workshop. “I’d like that candle you’re holding. That’s what
I’ve been looking for.”
should’ve known—he wanted the broken candle, not her. She placed a
sticker on the bottom of the better looking half of the busted
pillar candle and murmured a quick incantation.
Love for now, love for a lifetime, bring the
bearer his heart’s delight. Might as
well give the spells one more shot to work on her.
“Here you go,” she said and
offered the candle to him. His fingers caressed hers and his touch
warmed her to her core. Was he a male witch? Goddess knew she played
on the fringes in so many ways. No coven, only one close friend, no
boyfriend... no life. Maybe he practiced without a coven, too.
“Thanks.” He made eye contact
with her and his smile grew. “Just what I wanted.”