Merry Little Wishing Spritz by Cherie Colyer

Author:Cherie Colyer [Colyer, Cherie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance; paranormal; fantasy; holidays; Christmas; witch; witchcraft; magic
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2021-07-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

That evening, Peyton and I sat on the couch sipping mulled wine, discussing Jack’s hushed conversation. I simply hadn’t heard enough for us to know who Jack was talking to or what was perfect. And any number of things could have come up, requiring him to hurry off.

“I had let myself believe he was there to see me.” I tucked my legs under my butt. “But the phone call seemed to bring him back to reality.”

“Are you implying he was in a trance up until then?” Peyton asked.

My shoulder rose and fell. “You did cast a spell. And the same thing happened to me the day you suddenly had somewhere else to be. I was dangerously close to kissing Jack when the coffee maker made a loud noise, bringing me back to my senses.”

She scooted closer. “You didn’t mention you almost kissed.”

“Stop grinning like a Cheshire cat.” I playfully swatted her knee. “We’d only almost kissed because of your spell. Seriously, Peyton, you picked the worst time to play matchmaker.”

“Maybe.” She drank her wine. “Maybe not. In the vision I had last night, you and Jack were awfully friendly.”

“That is one vision that will not come true.”

****

When Smudge and I arrived to open Lakeside Books the next morning, Jack was already there. He had the handle of a white paper bag slung over his arm and two to-go cups of coffee in hand.

“Do we trust him?” I whispered to Smudge, who was strolling beside me catching fat snowflakes on her nose.

She purred, yes. The shoot to the donation box was wedged open, revealing several bags from local businesses.

“Did you…?” I nodded to the box.

Jack pushed off the wall. “I added a few things.”

Either Lakeside Books had an overnight surge in people participating in the charity event, or he added more than a few. Seeing the donation box stuffed with gifts brought tears to my eyes. I lunged forward and hugged Jack, careful not to spill the drinks. “Thank you.”

He stiffened, causing me to realize how inappropriate it was to hug a man I barely knew, but I didn’t care. Even more people on the Giving Tree list would receive what they needed. Jack’s shoulders relaxed as he hugged me. “You’re welcome.”

I stepped back. “The bank hasn’t called.” His eyes narrowed questioningly, so I added, “If you’re here to check on the sale.”

“Actually, Beatrice’s son called me last night. The weatherman said to expect high winds this afternoon, and her son worried the shutters on the outside of the building might blow away. He asked if I could make sure they stayed put.”

The man was too good to be true. If he hadn’t come to Mystic Creek to see Bea, I would have thought he’d been conjured.

A frosty breeze snuck up my jacket. It was too cold to stand outside chatting. I shoved the key in the lock, wiggling it. The lock was stuck, as usual. I shifted, blocking Jack’s view of the door handle, and nonchalantly waved a hand over the lock.

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