A Little Taste of Magic by M. J. O'Shea

Author:M. J. O'Shea [O'Shea, M. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-29T18:30:00+00:00

The day after the bonfire dawned cloudy and turbulent. Fitting, Arlo thought. It matched his mood. Last time he checked, his moods couldn’t affect the weather, though. At least he hadn’t managed to do it before. Just the thought of that kind of power scared the hell out of him — he’d stick to baking, thanks.

He hadn’t gotten anywhere with Gray the night before, unless a scared look and a stolen kiss counted. Arlo didn’t think they counted. Even worse. His mother and Sofia were leaving in a couple of hours. As much as it had been strange to see his sister and mom in Baxter Hollow at first, he’d gotten used to their presence the past few days, how their perfume and clothes filled his little apartment, and their laughter made even the quietest hours at his cafe cheerful.

Thunderheads rolled over Baxter Hollow as Arlo got ready for work. Didn’t look like the weather was going to clear for the day. Arlo’s mom and sister packed their bags, and walked to the bakery with him for breakfast. He was sad to see them go, felt like the dark clouds were some sort of a sign that they should stay and help him untangle the mess he’d made of his heart since he’d arrived in town.

“There’s something in the air today,” his mother murmured. She looked up at the sky and shivered. Arlo had learned long ago not to ignore his mother’s feelings when it came to things like that.

“Bad?” He asked.

Emmaline shook her head. “No, uneasy. There’s a change coming. I don’t know what. You know it’s never specific like that.”

Arlo tried to feel it, whatever his mother sensed in the air, but he didn’t. All he could feel was Gray, out there somewhere driving Arlo insane, day after day.

“I wish you two didn’t have to leave,” Arlo said. He never forgot about them on the road, but his life was separate from home, from family. Now that they’d been in his space and made a place for themselves in it, he realized how much he missed them. How much he always missed them when they weren’t around, even if it wasn’t in the forefront of his mind.

“I know baby. Come see us soon, okay?” Emmaline ruffled his hair. “Christmas is still a long way away.”

“I know.” Arlo echoed. He figured he should make it home more often. It was always so good to be there, to be encompassed by his family’s warmth, by the place he’d spent so many years growing and learning, but at the same time the itch came back so quickly. He never stayed long. Arlo wondered what was wrong with him.

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