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“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.
“He said he can get in,” I snapped when she wouldn’t get the hell out of the way.
Smiling, she handed me the discharge papers. “Please call his doctor if he has any problems.”
I took the papers out of her hand and smiled. “Will do. Thank you!”
Lucas hit his head on the door and cursed as I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t get into a wreck on the way home.
Reaching into the car, I grabbed the seatbelt, pulled it across Lucas, and snapped it into the holder. Then I made the mistake of turning my head. Our faces were inches apart. Lucas’s eyes fell to my mouth, and I licked my lips on impulse before I went to get out of the car and hit my own head on the doorframe.
“Ouch!” I cried out.
“Are you okay?” Lucas asked, a slight hint of laughter in his voice.
I rubbed my head and smirked. “I’m fine. Hands in.”
After shutting the door, I walked around the back of the car and took in a few deep breaths. I would drug him with some painkillers, and he’d never remember it. Yes! That was the plan.
Slipping into the car, I smiled with my newfound courage. “Ready?”
He smiled back. “Ready.”
