An image of Alexandra in the car minutes before her accident passed through her mind.
She sat up, feeling like she had just run a marathon.
No. She wasn’t Alexandra.
She wasn’t Alexandra.
She wasn’t Alexandra.
Chapter Five
Daisy
Magic doesn’t make itself.
—Rules for Witches
So. What time are we all heading down to the shop today?
Daisy looked over at the text that had come through on her phone. Thank God it wasn’t Jonathan. Every other text today had been. After last night’s explosion, that seemed about right.Thisone was from the Discarded Wives Club, sent by Nora.
I’m already at the coffee shop across the street.
For real?Nora asked.
Yes. Come down to the coffee shop.
Mix? Because I’m on my way.
Yes.
Soraya didn’t contribute. Maybe she wouldn’t. That store had really freaked her out. Daisy couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
She was ... She was nice. She was just ... When Daisy looked at Soraya, she swore she saw ropes tied all around her. Like she was bound up. In herself, and the expectations of everyone else.
Daisy stared down into the remains of her cup of coffee. She wasn’t any different, she supposed. It was just that her expectations didn’t come from a church community, and Soraya’s did.
It had taken a hell of a lot to get her to do something decisive about Jonathan.
Last night’s discovery had beena hell of a lot.
Was he actually going to marry thatchild? He was still married toher.
She sighed and looked at the clock. Lady’s Mantle was opening in twenty minutes. She intended to be over there asking about that bookkeeper position as quickly as possible.
There was a flurry of movement in the coffee shop—a line that stretched to the door, people grabbing small bags of pastries from one end of the bar and coffee from another. Given there was so much activity, she had no idea why this particular blur of movement caught the edge of her eye and made her turn.
It was her bad luck that her gaze didn’t glance off the subject that had grabbed her attention. No. Her eyes went right to his. And held.
Zach.
Great.
He probably knew the answer to the question she had. The one that had caused last night’s implosion and explosion, which resulted in her quitting before she’d actually lined up a new job.
He was her husband’s best friend and business partner.
Zach had come to town about five years ago after retiring from acting. He’d created a buzz in the community that had yet to fully die down. She could hear whispers rise and fall as he walked through the coffee shop, and she was sure he could too.
