Making Magic: Books of the Kindling, Book 3 by Donna June Cooper

Author:Donna June Cooper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Music;magic;preternatural;mountains;romance;suspense;psychic;Witches & Wizards;Cops;Wedding;Small Town;paranormal elements;practical magic;men in uniform
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

As she gazed past the bustling festival crowd, Thea realized that she was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth and stopped. She didn’t care if Greg caught her staring at Jake, but she’d be damned if she let Jake catch her looking at him like some moonstruck groupie.

She had spotted him on the main stage as she and Greg approached. Jake was wearing tight jeans, a sage-colored T-shirt with the band logo and worn boots. The two other band members were dressed the same, but Jake filled it out better. He was moving some equipment around as he finished the setup, the muscles of his back rippling beneath his shirt.

“Will we have to stand up?” Greg asked in disbelief.

The venue was already crowded, with people on blankets right up next to the stage and others in camp chairs behind them. The rest were standing or milling around the various vendor tents that surrounded the field.

She held up the tote she had brought from the car. “I have a blanket in here.”

Greg gaped as a unicyclist in a costume rolled by, pedaling backwards. Quite a few of the folks in the audience wore wild hats and even wilder outfits. Thea felt rather tame in her flowing flowery top and capris, but at least she wasn’t in a business suit. She pointed to a bare spot on the ground close to the stage and they maneuvered their way to it.

“Hey, Thea!” someone yelled. “Why aren’t you up on stage?”

The festival crowd was full of people who returned year after year, but she doubted anyone would remember her from so long ago. It was probably someone from town, but she couldn’t tell who. She waved and smiled as she shook out the blanket and knelt on it.

Greg gazed at the people crowded around them, then at the blanket. He seemed to expect something to crawl out from under it and bite him. He was lucky that the festival didn’t allow dogs or Bailey would have come along. She tried not to smile at the thought. She didn’t want Greg to mistake it for encouragement, not after keeping him at arm’s length all morning.

Odd, returning to this place after so many years didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. For one thing, it was a bright summer afternoon, not a dark, gusty night. For another, Marilyn Moser would never return here. Not after she’d used the voice.

“And don’t you ever say that again!”

But part of what Thea had compelled Marilyn to do that night hadn’t seemed to stick. Even at Becca’s funeral, Marilyn had confronted Thea and Grace and accused them of being full of wickedness and recruiting others to it, whatever that meant. According to Mel, Marilyn had confronted her and Daniel right on the street last week. Marilyn just kept saying the same horrid things about any Woodruff she encountered.

It seemed Thea’s damn gift was both powerful and unreliable. Wasn’t that thrilling?

“How long will this concert last?” Greg asked.

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