They’re laughing and cackling about something. No clue that Storm Grayson’s here. Good. Maybe it will stay that way.
Blair’s voice grabs my attention. “Why do I live with my parents?”
“Yes?” he asks.
She flounders, and I take that as my cue to whisper, “You work with them, remember?”
She exhales and tells him the truth. “I haven’t found a reason to move out. I love my town. I love Castleview, and I love my job helping put people into their favorite stories. So I don’t need to move. Where would I go? Five feet away?”
She laughs. Storm smiles slightly.
“It’s not that I’m not motivated,” she explains, sounding like she’s worried he’ll think less of her. Any man who thinks less of her for that isn’t fit to kiss the ground she walks on. “I’m highly motivated. A very motivated person.”
“Breathe,” I tell her. “Storm doesn’t care if you’re motivated or not. He’s motivated enough for the two of you.”
“Not that I’m crazy motivated,” she adds, laughing slightly. “But I like having something to do.”
“A family is something to do.”
Oh, he’s going there, is he?Just jumps right in trying to secure his legacy.
She blinks, clearly not expecting a man to mention children on the first date. “I love making potions,” she tells him, talking quickly, obviously trying to figure out how to reply to his mention of family.
“Do you?” One side of his mouth ticks up into a smile. “You like playing around?”
“Well, it was more than playing around in high school. I won the state championship.”
He quirks a brow, impressed.Yeah, she’s more than what you thought she was, isn’t she?“State champion?”
“Yeah, Devlin and I went. We were fierce competitors back then. That’s probably why I pushed myself so hard—because I wanted to beat him. But anyway, I made it, beating him out. I loved potions.”
“Why’d you stop?”
She pauses, and I’m hanging on the edge of my seat. I’d like to know this, too, and I’m hoping that I’m not the reason why she gave it up.
There was nothing cuter in high school than seeing Blair with a pair of goggles on, her hair bunched up on her head and her tongue sticking out while she thought about ingredients and how to weave them together.
If I don’t stop thinking about her tongue, I’m going to need a cold shower.
Cathy’s voice pulls my attention from the talents of Blair’s tongue. “Is that Storm and Blair?”
“Oh my gosh.” Cherie flicks hair over her shoulder. “It is.”
“What do we do?” Sadie says.
“We make sure their date ends in disaster,” Cathy says.
Absolutely not.As much as I’d love for it to wind up ruinous—for Storm, that is—I can’t have anything happen to Blair.
I suspect that Cathy is the person who told everyone in high school that Blair had used her magic on me. It seems like something that she would have done.
She starts to stalk over to where Storm and Blair are sitting on the bench when I jump up. Cathy sees me. Stops.
“I’m sorry, but Storm Grayson is off-limits,” I tell her.
She scoffs. “Who are you?”
“His bodyguard.”
