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for like a decade.”
    Abby
blushed and straightened another box of crayons. “I’ve been watching it on
Netflix at night.”
    “Okay,
we need to get you out more.”
    “I
can’t help it.” Abby batted her eyelashes and stared off into space dreamily.
    “If
you’re picturing Dawson right now, I’m going to smack you.”
    Abby
looked appalled, and Jordan laughed. “Heck, no. Joshua Jackson’s Pacey all the
way. Besides, Dawson always looked like his head was blown up wrong or
something, like Frankenstein’s monster.” Abby tilted her head and gave her a serious
expression as if their conversation had any merit in the real world.
    Jordan
burst out laughing until tears fell down her cheeks and her side ached.
    “Oh,
God, I needed that. True, Pacey was dreamy. I’ll give you that. I used to make
Matt watch it with me.” That familiar ache settled around her heart, but it wasn’t
as painful as it usually was. Maybe because she was thinking about actually
getting horizontal with the man?
    And
then her stomach turned. Oh yeah, then she was leaving, probably not the best
avenue for her thoughts to take.
    “Okay,
for the love of God, tell me what you’re thinking. I’m using my best stuff over
here and you’re only laughing for like a minute.” Abby shifted on the little kindergarten
seat, her body too big for the seat, but she still looked cuter than Jordan did
with her long legs wrapped around two of them.
    Jordan
let out a breath, not wanting to talk about her love life. Or the fact that she
even had a love life, considering the whole point of coming to Holiday was to
find herself …not a man.
    Stupid,
stupid Cooper men and their sweaty bodies when they took off their shirts while
they worked on her house.
    “I
think I love Matt,” she blurted out, trying to get the image of her tongue
running down the hard ridges on his abs out of her mind. She could practically
taste the salty goodness. Bad Jordan.
    Abby
blinked. “And?”
    Jordan
stood quickly, the little chairs sliding in every direction. “What do you mean and ?
I just told you I was in love with my old boyfriend, and all you can say is and ?
What the hell?”
    Abby
straightened and moved the chairs back in place. “Jordan, it’s not a secret.
Anyone could have told you that you loved him. I’m pretty sure Matt could have
too, though he wouldn’t because he’s an honorable man. You two were childhood
sweethearts who didn’t get a chance to see where things would go. Your story is
a legend in this town. Even I heard about it, and I was a few years behind you
in school. It’s only natural that you’d come back and find yourself in love
with him.”
    Jordan
crossed her arms over her chest, annoyed. She wasn’t that transparent, was she?
Damn.
    “The
question is,” Abby continued, “what are you going to do about it?”
    Jordan
waved her hands in the air, holding back the tears that wanted to come with her
frustration. “I don’t know. That’s the problem. Don’t you see? I can’t stay
here, Abby. I can’t.”
    Jordan
sat down on Abby’s desk chair and wrapped her arms around her knees, her memories
trying to take hold, but she couldn’t let them.
    “Talk
to me, Jor.” Abby knelt before her, her eyes pleading. “Tell me what happened.
Why did you leave?”
    “I
can’t.” Jordan’s voice broke, and she shook her head. “Not yet.”
    Abby
nodded and brushed a lock of hair from Jordan’s face. “Okay, then tell me
something else. Anything. Ease your burdens. It’s what I’m here for.”
    Jordan
took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She hated crying, hated looking weak. It
was a real indicator of how much she liked and trusted Abby that she’d broken
down in front of her. Or maybe she just needed to cry a bit. Most likely, it
was a mixture of both.
    “What
do you want to know?”
    “Well,
since you won’t tell me what is really bothering you, why don’t you talk to me
about being a witch?”
    Jordan
froze, a metallic