Trouble's Brewing (Stirring Up Trouble Trilogy 2)

“Well,” I said to Jake as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Are you happy now?”

“He seems like an okay guy.” He looked sheepish, which I found adorable, so I didn’t mind the whole jealousy show.

“Good. Now get out. I’ve got p—chemistry to work on.”

Jake stepped closer and put his hand on my waist. “Your tutor’s on the phone.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “We could spend a few minutes together.”

The thought of stealing a few minutes to kiss Jake appealed to me way more than it should have. If only I hadn’t been all too aware that Finn was not on the phone. He was not otherwise occupied. The ninety-five-year-old man who I was eager to impress was waiting for me to resume my studies, and that same man from a previous century had nothing better to focus on than my whereabouts. No way was I going to make out with Jake right now. I held my hand against his chest to keep him at bay. “Not a good idea, Jake.”

“I think it’s a great idea.” He leaned in again, and gave me the lightest of kisses on the lips.

“Can’t,” I said with a sigh. “I really can’t. My parents are paying for my sessions.”

Jake stepped back and shoved his hand through his hair. “I guess your dad is still freaked out enough over us dating.”

If he hadn’t found out by seeing us smooching on Sheree’s front porch, he might have handled it better.

“Call me later,” Jake said.

“Of course!” I risked giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Now go.”

Jake started walking to the door, and as he reached out and touched the door knob, Finn called out from the kitchen, “Nice to meet you, Jake.”

I jumped as his voice boomed out. Jake merely raised a brow in question and said, “You too.” Then he left.

Finn had been way more focused on us than I even feared. Thank goodness I hadn’t spent ten minutes with Jake’s tongue in my mouth. He’d have totally busted us. I wanted him to see me as a serious student, a prodigy. I didn’t want him to think I was a boy-crazy moron like Anya.

“Sorry about that,” I said to Finn when I settled back on my stool. “I think Anya was trying to cause trouble.”

“Darling girl, that Anya,” Finn said, almost sounding serious, as he opened a notebook.

I snorted. “I can set you up if you want.”

Finn’s head jerked up, his eyes wide with alarm.

I couldn’t help laughing. In fact, I laughed until my eyes teared up. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to regain my composure. “You just—”

“Had that deer in the headlights look?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Your expression would make the deer look calm and content by comparison.”

“Should we get back to work?” he asked.

After wiping a tear from my eye, I said, “Yeah. You were awesome, by the way. How did you come up with that girlfriend phone call? That was a stroke of genius.”

“I’m not exactly a dummy,” he said. “Although, for all you know, I was on the phone with a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, right.”

Finn didn’t say anything.

He just got to town. He couldn’t have a girlfriend. Plus he was 95 and looked 19. Although he did have a movie star look to him. I eyed him for a moment. Was he dating somebody?

Finn winked at me.

Yeah, he could certainly snag a girlfriend with that wink and that grin.

“You are just messing with me, right?”

“I am, in fact, just messing with you.”

I let out a breath. “Good. I think things are complicated enough around here without adding another non-magic person to the mix.”

He nodded. “I would agree that we have quite enough reasons to avoid letting our guard down.” He took a sip of his water. “I have to admit our pursuit would have been much more manageable had we retired to my estate where we could work in earnest.”

“Speaking of work,” I said. “I wanted to talk about the substitution research.” I may as well broach the subject of the unicorn horn now.

“I’m afraid the matter of assisting with the toad slime substitution is closed,” he said with a frown. “I appealed the decision, but they denied the request.”

“Oh, it’s not about that. But thank you.” I realized Dr. Finnegan, as odd as he was, was a kindred spirit. “I appreciate you trying. I have a proposal though. I’d like to work on another potion substitution. I promise it won’t interfere with my studies.”

“Zoe, I appreciate your passion. I truly do, but we have work to do.”

“I’ll work on it on my own time. It won’t interfere.”

“What about your schoolwork?”

“I’ll make sure my homework for school and for you come first.”

Finn sighed. “I must say I am eager to hear what your second quest might involve? Eye of newt perhaps?’

“I did consider it, but I chose something else.”

“Oh dear,” he said. “Unicorn horn.”

“Good guess!”

“Zoe, I’m not certain that is the best use of your time.”

Chapter Four

Not the best use of my time? “I have to work on something, Dr. Finnegan. I need to work on something. Only in my spare time. I promise.”

Finn was silent for a few moments, although I suspected the gears in his head were running a million miles a minute.

I shifted on my stool, determined to avoid begging, and not at all sure I could withstand the urge to plead for permission. I couldn’t imagine the next few months without something to work on, something to play with in the back of my mind, twisting and turning and churning away at the problem.

“I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in allowing you to puzzle over the issue.”

“Yes!” I yelled, pumping my fist in the air. Then I ran around the kitchen island and gave Finn a big hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said.

“You are quite welcome, my dear,” he said as he awkwardly patted me on the back.

Now that I was touching and smelling him, I realized he was very much a real young person. “You won’t regret this, Finn,” I said as I released him from my hug and went back to my side of the counter.

As I reached my seat, Finn muttered something under his breath that sounded a little like, “I hope not.”

I didn’t have time to figure out what I’d heard. I had a potion substitution to find.

“Where do you plan to start?” he asked.

Yeah. About that. “I haven’t actually had any inspiration yet, but it will come.”

“When you get your inspiration, I’d like to watch your first session with the problem. I’m interested in y

our process.”

“Sure,” I said. “Saturday should work.”

“Saturday? Are you certain?”

“I’ll come up with something by then,” I told him. “No worries.”

Finn gave me a funny look that I assumed was amusement at my confidence.

When Mom got home, I told her the news. “He’s going to let me work on unicorn horn!”

“What? You never mentioned anything to me at all!”

“I guess we’ve both been busy,” I said. “But I want something to work on.”

“Zoe, you have plenty going on. Finn, school, Jake, and your friends. I don’t want to see your grades slipping.”

“Please,” I said. “Don’t be ridiculous. My grades will be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Tell me about your ideas for the substitution.”

“That’s the weird thing. I really don’t have anything yet. But I will.”

“Of course you will,” Mom said.

The tone she used told me she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. I was sure. I got this, I told myself.

I knew I’d need something to magnify the magic in the substitution. Unicorns had tremendous inherent magic. I was thinking I would use three cat’s meows to start, and one, if not two, other magnifiers.

The obvious starting point would be some kind of bone. I didn’t feel good about bone as the base though. Bone just didn’t “feel” right.

I didn’t think it would be as easy as a rhinoceros horn. Plus, I needed something more easily approved by the Food and Drug Administration. Exotic animal parts could be a problem.

I was puzzling with the base for the potion as I lay in my bed later. I wanted something hard that could be reduced to a powder. I yawned. I’d have to think about it tomorrow.

“Sorry about yesterday,” Jake said on Friday morning. He’d waited for me outside the school until my bus pulled up.

“It’s okay,” I said. “No harm done.”

“Can you do something tonight?” he asked. “We could grab something to eat. Or go to a movie. Something besides hanging with Sheree and John.”