Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“What? Who?”
She motioned with her head toward Lucas’s door. “Mr. Dayton. All the nurses are talking about how handsome he is. Something about his eyes. Poor guy—he doesn’t have very good luck, though.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked as I pushed off the door.
“He was taking a shower earlier and slipped. Nearly fell. Luckily, I was there, and he reached for me before he tumbled. I’m not even sure how it happened. He was standing still.”
“Wow, that’s crazy.”
Moving out of her way, I watched as she walked into Lucas’s room. I followed, then came to a stop when I saw him looking in the basket I brought.
“Okay, Mr. Dayton, your chariot awaits.”
Lucas looked at the nurse and gave her a polite smile, but when his eyes met mine, it widened. “What’s this?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and reached for the basket. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen my written notes.
“Nothing,” I softly said as I stepped out of the way of the nurse.
“Are you his ride?”
I wish.
“Yes,” I said, pushing the instant dirty image out of my mind. “Yes. I’m here to give him a ride. I mean, take him home. In my car. I’m going to take him for a ride in my car to his house. That’s all. That kind of ride.”
They both looked at me. The nurse with a confused expression, and Lucas with his dimpled smile that made my insides quiver.
First thing I was going to ask Sarah about was whether there was a spell to make people forget things because the way Lucas was smiling at me said he wasn’t going to let that Freudian slip go.
“If you don’t mind heading down and getting your car, you can pull up at the main entrance, and we’ll meet you there.”
I smiled. “Of course. Right away. Here I go.”
She stood there and stared at me like I had two heads.
Deciding it was best to just leave, I rushed out the door and to the elevators. Once I got outside, my phone rang, and I saw it was Kristin.
“Hello.”
“Hey, what are you doing?”
I exhaled. “I’m about to take Lucas home.”
“Wait, what? Oh, my gosh, did the spell work?”
“No. I mean, yes, but not the way we wanted. He’s had a string of bad luck and got hit by a car and bruised his ribs. His mom wasn’t able to do it, and I was there, so he asked me.”
“Okay, wow. That was a lot to process. So, that is why you were at the hospital?”
With a quick look around, I lowered my voice some as I walked to my car. “Okay, listen to me carefully.”
“I’m listening? Oh, this is going to be juicy. I can tell by the sound of your voice.”
I rolled my eyes. “The spell worked, but it didn’t work because apparently, we used the wrong spell, and it mixed with my true feelings for Lucas. So, it put a bad spell on him instead of, like, ripping him to pieces or crushing his bones—that kind of spell. And let me tell you, he has had a string of bad luck, all because of the stupid spell we did. Now, according to Lucy, I have to break the spell with another spell. So, I either give him a sponge bath with this special soap, or I talk him into letting me do another spell with him.”
Pressing the unlock button on my key, I heard it beep.
“Kristin? Are you still there?”
“How much have you had to drink, honey?”
Sighing in frustration, I slipped into the car and started it. “I’m not drunk, Kristin. I think…I think…I think I’m really a witch?”
More silence.
“Do you know how many times you said spell?” Kristin asked. “I counted at least six, I think. What time do I need to come over with the whiskey?”
“I’m being serious! And I found out my mother practices the craft.”
She gasped. “I knew it! I knew I walked in on your mother one time saying a spell when she was making pancakes!”
I decided to let that go and not even ask. “She hid it from me because apparently, I have some weird, freakish power or gift or whatever where I can feel things or see things before they happen. I don’t know. All I know is I knew Lucas was hurt. I felt it.”
“You felt it?”
“Yes! I have to go. I’m pulling up, and the nurse is making googly eyes at Lucas.”
“Okay, this five-minute conversation had so much in it. I need to process all of this.”
“Call you later! Love you! Bye!” I said as I hung up and tossed my purse into the back seat before getting out and rushing around to help the nurse help Lucas in.
“Honestly, I can get into the car,” Lucas said as the nurse attempted to put her arm around him.