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Once Felicity disappeared into the back room, Jack busied himself by studying the shelves. He wasn’t sure what to expect in a magic store, but the items on the shelves seemed tame compared to his runaway imagination.
There were candles, crystals, incense and books. There was also a whole wall of wind chimes and dreamcatchers, the latter being an item Jack recognized from his childhood. He was often plagued by bad dreams. His mother bought a dreamcatcher at a local fair and put it over his bed, telling him it would catch the nightmares before they could lodge in his brain.
At such a young age, Jack believed her. After seeing the things he’d seen, though, he knew that wasn’t the case. He still liked the look of them. He was moving closer so he could study them when the door to the store opened. He turned, ready to tell the customer that Felicity would be back in a moment, but the greeting froze on his lips when he realized who was walking through the door.
The woman’s blue eyes registered surprise when they landed on him.
“Just what do you think you’re doing here?” Ivy asked.
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Jack was taken aback. “What are you doing here?”
Ivy glowered at him. “I asked you first.”
“I was here first, so I have dibs on the question.”
“That’s not how it works,” Ivy said, placing her hands on her narrow hips as she regarded him. She was dressed differently today, a pair of slouchy cargo pants hanging just low enough that a small strip of skin was visible between the top of the pants and the bottom of her sparkly tank top. The cargo pants were rolled up, and Ivy’s toned calves jutted out above the Nike flip-flops she was sporting. The whole package was appealing – if you liked that sort of thing. And he didn’t like that sort of thing, Jack reminded himself.
Well, at least she’s wearing shoes this time, Jack internally muttered. “I’m … looking for information on my case.”
“Here? You’re looking for information here?”
“I need to know what those symbols mean,” Jack said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sure you understand – given your attitude yesterday – I wasn’t sure if you would come through. I needed to find someone else who might be able to help.”
“My attitude?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re the spy.”
“I was not spying!”
“What’s going on out here?” Felicity wandered back to the front of her shop, her gaze bouncing between Ivy and Jack curiously. “You two sound like you should be in a boxing ring instead of a store.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said, immediately apologetic. “That was incredibly rude.”
Felicity focused on Ivy.
“I’m not sorry at all,” Ivy said, nonplussed. “He’s a pain.”
“I see you two know each other,” Felicity said, handing Jack his stack of photographs and slipping between the warring duo so she could give Ivy a brief hug. “I’m guessing this is the woman you were telling me about earlier.”
Jack made a face as he watched the women embrace. “Something tells me you knew I was talking about her all along.” He was starting to feel as if he was caught in a trap.
“I had a feeling,” Felicity said, smiling at him. “I only know two witches in Shadow Lake, and something told me that you weren’t fighting with Luna.”
“And Luna is your mother, right?” Jack asked, glancing at Ivy.
“I’m sure you found that out while you were spying,” Ivy snapped.
“Ivy Morgan! That will be just about enough of that,” Felicity said, waving her finger in the younger woman’s face. “I don’t allow anyone to treat customers that way in my store.”
“He’s not a customer,” Ivy shot back, refusing to give in. “He’s here to get information even though I already told him I would get it for him.”
“After you banned me from your property.”
“Because you were spying.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t spying?”
“Just until you believe
Once Felicity disappeared into the back room, Jack busied himself by studying the shelves. He wasn’t sure what to expect in a magic store, but the items on the shelves seemed tame compared to his runaway imagination.
There were candles, crystals, incense and books. There was also a whole wall of wind chimes and dreamcatchers, the latter being an item Jack recognized from his childhood. He was often plagued by bad dreams. His mother bought a dreamcatcher at a local fair and put it over his bed, telling him it would catch the nightmares before they could lodge in his brain.
At such a young age, Jack believed her. After seeing the things he’d seen, though, he knew that wasn’t the case. He still liked the look of them. He was moving closer so he could study them when the door to the store opened. He turned, ready to tell the customer that Felicity would be back in a moment, but the greeting froze on his lips when he realized who was walking through the door.
The woman’s blue eyes registered surprise when they landed on him.
“Just what do you think you’re doing here?” Ivy asked.
Eight
Jack was taken aback. “What are you doing here?”
Ivy glowered at him. “I asked you first.”
“I was here first, so I have dibs on the question.”
“That’s not how it works,” Ivy said, placing her hands on her narrow hips as she regarded him. She was dressed differently today, a pair of slouchy cargo pants hanging just low enough that a small strip of skin was visible between the top of the pants and the bottom of her sparkly tank top. The cargo pants were rolled up, and Ivy’s toned calves jutted out above the Nike flip-flops she was sporting. The whole package was appealing – if you liked that sort of thing. And he didn’t like that sort of thing, Jack reminded himself.
Well, at least she’s wearing shoes this time, Jack internally muttered. “I’m … looking for information on my case.”
“Here? You’re looking for information here?”
“I need to know what those symbols mean,” Jack said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sure you understand – given your attitude yesterday – I wasn’t sure if you would come through. I needed to find someone else who might be able to help.”
“My attitude?”
“That’s what I said.”
“You’re the spy.”
“I was not spying!”
“What’s going on out here?” Felicity wandered back to the front of her shop, her gaze bouncing between Ivy and Jack curiously. “You two sound like you should be in a boxing ring instead of a store.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said, immediately apologetic. “That was incredibly rude.”
Felicity focused on Ivy.
“I’m not sorry at all,” Ivy said, nonplussed. “He’s a pain.”
“I see you two know each other,” Felicity said, handing Jack his stack of photographs and slipping between the warring duo so she could give Ivy a brief hug. “I’m guessing this is the woman you were telling me about earlier.”
Jack made a face as he watched the women embrace. “Something tells me you knew I was talking about her all along.” He was starting to feel as if he was caught in a trap.
“I had a feeling,” Felicity said, smiling at him. “I only know two witches in Shadow Lake, and something told me that you weren’t fighting with Luna.”
“And Luna is your mother, right?” Jack asked, glancing at Ivy.
“I’m sure you found that out while you were spying,” Ivy snapped.
“Ivy Morgan! That will be just about enough of that,” Felicity said, waving her finger in the younger woman’s face. “I don’t allow anyone to treat customers that way in my store.”
“He’s not a customer,” Ivy shot back, refusing to give in. “He’s here to get information even though I already told him I would get it for him.”
“After you banned me from your property.”
“Because you were spying.”
“How many times do I have to tell you I wasn’t spying?”
“Just until you believe
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