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“This is really fucking cool,” I whispered, staring at the jar. “Likereallyfucking cool.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Thanks. I’m not Briony or Sia with all her awesome potions and able to do so much crazy. Thora helped me figure out fast that I did my best magic if it’s pushed into food. It’s my own personal stuff as to why probably but yeah, so I can’t Professor X a situation, but you’d be surprised how much a basket of muffins can help sometimes.”
I met her eyes and hoped she believed what I said because I truly meant it. “You’rejustas awesome as Sia because I’ve tried her products and this mellowed me out just like taking a bath with her stuff.
“Fine, she’s got the medicinal edge of healing aches and pains, but a lot of everything starts in the mind. And if you can help people with that, I think you’re better than any of the X-Men.”
“You sound like Thora,” she muttered, focusing on her food. “Thanks. You’re the first male with magical blood that didn’t look at me with disgust like I was trying to turn people into drones or erasing free will.”
“People can be stupid. How long does it last?”
“Not through full digestion as that can be up to eight hours,” she answered, nibbling on her lower lip. “It depends. The sleepy one relaxes you to sleep, but then you’re just asleep.
“The morning energy one is a burst for however long it takes you to work through that. The mellow is more dependent on what’s going on around you. No matter my emotions, I won’t mellow you out if you’re plummeting to your death.”
“Makes sense.” I set it down and we finished our food, staring at each other like we had no idea what to do next. “So, you couldusehelp, right? You said that?”
She slowly nodded. “How about we just say you’ll help out the next few days, and if you’re not into the full idea of a job here or whatever, you might just pull some weight for room and board?”
“Yeah, um, sounds good.” At least for the moment.
She frowned and stood, looking hurt for some reason. What had I said? I wasn’t sure, but it made me even more hesitant as we cleaned up.
Should I have been more grateful?
Probably. That made sense, but my head was spinning even if I was totally mellow about it.
“Thanks for lunch and, um, giving me a shot.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispered as we headed out to her van.
She relocked the brewhouse, explaining that the fence wasn’t up nor the spell to protect everything yet, so she was being careful. She’d driven right from the farmers market, so we used the van to get over to the greenhouses instead of her normal ATV which was cool she had.
“So what was the deal with Thora?” I asked, realizing we hadn’t finished.
She got out and met me around the front of the van. Gesturing all around, she looked anywhere but at me.
“This. I worked with her, trusted her, and helped out other witches and situations, and she used a fraction of her vast wealth to make my dream come true in a way I could never really imagine. She made all of this happen, upgrading and having it all set up when there were delays.”
“All set up?” I asked.
She chuckled as she unlocked the greenhouse. “I just moved here like a week ago. She had everything done. The house was renovated and she expanded it.
“The brewhouse, acres of solar panels, and all the greenhouses. Done. She took my plans and ideas, found the right place, and made my dream come true in ways I could never really imagine.”
And I’d just acted like I was stuck here. I moved my hand over hers on the doorknob as she was about to open it.
“I’m sorry. It’s agreatdream. Really, this whole place so far is super cool. I didn’t mean to act like it was anything but. Your brewhouse is like something out of my favorite show. I’m just lost. I feel like I’ve been lost since Klara found me and she’s always traveling, so it was—”
“Still more of the same loneliness of being a foster kid and not knowing where you fit, came from, or belong,” she finished, bobbing her head. “It’s okay, really. I’m just a bit shocked you’re here, and I’m trying to get my own groove as I worked so hard for this and now it’shere.”
“That’s scary.”
“It is and I will not fail,” she said, her determination sexy, especially when I felt like I was just always treading water. She glanced up at me like she’d just realized something. “What show? You said your favorite show?”
I nodded, moving my hand off of hers when I realized it was still there. “Um, How It’s Made. I like some of the other ones like How It Works, Dirty Jobs, and lately I was into Food Factories.”
She chuckled as she opened the door. “That’s why she sent you. I thought it odd that she sent youherejust because we were both lost foster kids who didn’t know.
