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about the magic, are you?”
“ Of course not. But I do need to know if he suffered any effects from it. It’s critical to whether you get to keep practicing magic and continue running this café.”
I hadn’t wanted to practice magic in the first place. Although, I admit I was starting to have fun with it. I didn’t want to lose the café though, so what choice did I have?
With a shrug of my shoulders, I said, “I can’t stop you from talking with him. But please, do you have to stand so close while I’m talking to him? He’ll get the wrong idea about us.”
“ Are you interested in dating him?”
“ What business is that of yours? He’s a customer, I like talking with customers.”
“ Uh-huh. Don’t get your feathers ruffled. I’m going to schedule a time to talk with him. If you’ll excuse me.” He brushed past.
“ Gladly!” I followed him out of the kitchen.
To my disappointment, Rory was gone when we returned to the dining area. The plate only had a few crumbs left, the cup was empty, and money lay on the counter. Great. Tom had chased him away.
Tom snatched his briefcase and headed for the door. “I’ll be back.”
“ I’m sure you will,” I muttered in his wake.
Chapter Thirteen
Things had slowed down after I’d caught up with the customers I’d neglected while swooning over Rory and tending to my new pain-in-the-rear magical buttinsky.
Only a few patrons lingered over coffee, probably people who I’d soon reference as ‘regulars.’
“ You need to see this.” Mary Jane beckoned me over to where she stood by the window.
“ What is it?” I wiped my hands on my apron.
She motioned for me to hurry.
I walked around the counter, making my way over to the window. “What now?”
She tilted her head and my gaze followed her gesture until I spotted what the commotion was about. Rory stood across the street on the sidewalk, deep in conversation with a woman. But not just any woman. Nope. She was a gorgeous, leggy, supermodel woman.
“ Who is he talking to?” I whispered as I nudged her out of the way for a better view.
“ That’s his ex-girlfriend,” a voice said from behind me. It was Mrs. Perkins, one of my new regulars. I hadn’t noticed her walk up behind us. “She dumped him for another man about a year ago. I reckon that boy was devastated. He was so in love.”
Was in love? Or still in love?
Mrs. Perkins continued talking while we continued staring out the window, all huddled together for the best possible view. “She treated him somethin’ awful. Told lies about him all over town. And just when he was maybe getting over her, here she is back in his life.” She tsk-tsked. “She’s an evil woman. Why, Rory is such a good man. I never knew what he saw in her in the first place.”
I had my ideas about what he saw in her. Beautiful, long silky blonde hair. Long legs and big...well, never mind. I adjusted the apron across my chest. We watched as they chatted. Rory must have felt eyes on him because he glanced toward the café several times. Please, if there was any justice in the world, don’t let him have seen us.
“ There’s one thing I’ve come to count on in this universe, and that’s the Covington men being handsome and strappin’,” Mrs. Perkins said over my shoulder. “They moved here about two years ago. He and his father bought a farm, unfortunately his father passed away not long after. Such a shame. Such a shame.”
She gave up on the show and shuffled back to her table. I was about to return to my kitchen duties when the scene made an interesting turn. Another woman approached Rory. And then another. Within two minutes, he must have had twenty women around him, all laughing. The ladies’ eyes seemed to have little hearts in them.
He started down the sidewalk and the gorgeous blonde hurried her footsteps to keep his pace. The rest of the women followed behind as if they were little ducklings
“ Of course not. But I do need to know if he suffered any effects from it. It’s critical to whether you get to keep practicing magic and continue running this café.”
I hadn’t wanted to practice magic in the first place. Although, I admit I was starting to have fun with it. I didn’t want to lose the café though, so what choice did I have?
With a shrug of my shoulders, I said, “I can’t stop you from talking with him. But please, do you have to stand so close while I’m talking to him? He’ll get the wrong idea about us.”
“ Are you interested in dating him?”
“ What business is that of yours? He’s a customer, I like talking with customers.”
“ Uh-huh. Don’t get your feathers ruffled. I’m going to schedule a time to talk with him. If you’ll excuse me.” He brushed past.
“ Gladly!” I followed him out of the kitchen.
To my disappointment, Rory was gone when we returned to the dining area. The plate only had a few crumbs left, the cup was empty, and money lay on the counter. Great. Tom had chased him away.
Tom snatched his briefcase and headed for the door. “I’ll be back.”
“ I’m sure you will,” I muttered in his wake.
Chapter Thirteen
Things had slowed down after I’d caught up with the customers I’d neglected while swooning over Rory and tending to my new pain-in-the-rear magical buttinsky.
Only a few patrons lingered over coffee, probably people who I’d soon reference as ‘regulars.’
“ You need to see this.” Mary Jane beckoned me over to where she stood by the window.
“ What is it?” I wiped my hands on my apron.
She motioned for me to hurry.
I walked around the counter, making my way over to the window. “What now?”
She tilted her head and my gaze followed her gesture until I spotted what the commotion was about. Rory stood across the street on the sidewalk, deep in conversation with a woman. But not just any woman. Nope. She was a gorgeous, leggy, supermodel woman.
“ Who is he talking to?” I whispered as I nudged her out of the way for a better view.
“ That’s his ex-girlfriend,” a voice said from behind me. It was Mrs. Perkins, one of my new regulars. I hadn’t noticed her walk up behind us. “She dumped him for another man about a year ago. I reckon that boy was devastated. He was so in love.”
Was in love? Or still in love?
Mrs. Perkins continued talking while we continued staring out the window, all huddled together for the best possible view. “She treated him somethin’ awful. Told lies about him all over town. And just when he was maybe getting over her, here she is back in his life.” She tsk-tsked. “She’s an evil woman. Why, Rory is such a good man. I never knew what he saw in her in the first place.”
I had my ideas about what he saw in her. Beautiful, long silky blonde hair. Long legs and big...well, never mind. I adjusted the apron across my chest. We watched as they chatted. Rory must have felt eyes on him because he glanced toward the café several times. Please, if there was any justice in the world, don’t let him have seen us.
“ There’s one thing I’ve come to count on in this universe, and that’s the Covington men being handsome and strappin’,” Mrs. Perkins said over my shoulder. “They moved here about two years ago. He and his father bought a farm, unfortunately his father passed away not long after. Such a shame. Such a shame.”
She gave up on the show and shuffled back to her table. I was about to return to my kitchen duties when the scene made an interesting turn. Another woman approached Rory. And then another. Within two minutes, he must have had twenty women around him, all laughing. The ladies’ eyes seemed to have little hearts in them.
He started down the sidewalk and the gorgeous blonde hurried her footsteps to keep his pace. The rest of the women followed behind as if they were little ducklings
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