Hail to the Queen (Witch For Hire 2)
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“After a day straight, he backed off, and the others were too wary of me including them in the spell to try to approach me in person.”
“Well, that’s one way to make sure he remembers he’s dating a witch.”
“Sacha.”
The laughter starts up again. “Oh, my side.”
She falls over on the couch. My lips twitch. Letting go, I laugh alongside her. “You should’ve seen his face when the cloud formed, just like in the cartoons, and all he could say was ‘how undignified’.” The salty drops pouring from my eyes help me purge the sadness with laughter.
“Oh, God. I could just see it from him.” Struggling to catch her breath, she wipes away the tears. “You know you have to make it up to him, right?”
“I do.” I exhale.
“Feel better?”
“Much. I think I did need the space. My head was so full; I couldn’t think straight.”
“I can understand that. I’m sure he’ll be able to as well. You still need to come up with an amazing way to say I’m sorry, though.”
“Ugh. I know.”
“Why the grimace?”
“Because I’m embarassed about how I acted.”
She giggles. “Welcome back, Lou.”
“Stop enjoying this and help me plan an ‘I’m sorry I was an asshole’ apology. Would it be odd to take a man out to dinner?”
“You’re the one groveling.”
“You’re a cruel woman. You know that?”
“I’ll stop.” She fixes her face into a more stern expression. “This is about him and what he likes. I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to do it.”
“I’ll recreate our first date. We’re getting so lost in responsibilities, the why we’re together has all but slipped from view. I forgot the most important thing.”
“What’s that, Lou?”
“I love the impossibly old-fashioned vampire. Head over heels, stupid, crazy, love him. Enough to risk everything.”
Smiling, she nods. “My job is done.”
I tackle hug her on the couch, and she laughs. “Thank you for giving me the kick in the ass I needed.”
“Anytime, my friend. I know you’d do the same for me.”
“I’m looking forward to it actually.”
“You and me both. My love life is currently D.O.A. With no prospects on the horizon.” She rolls her eyes.
“That’s not what the psychic said,” I remind her.
“Ha. She didn’t give any time frame on that. Enough about me, let’s make plans. What was your first date like?”
“Well, by the time he wore me down enough to say yes, a simple date wouldn’t do. He took me to New Orleans for an entire day affair.”
“Oh my God, you are so screwed.”