Page 61 of My Blind Date is a Demon

I wake up to the sun shining in my windows and my daughter poking me. “Huh? What… What time is it?”

“It’s like ten o’clock,” Bella says.

“Crap!” I groan, sliding out of the bed. “So much for being on time for school.”

“What do you mean?”

“Huh? What day is it?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to order my thoughts. Damon is gone. Dash is at the vet’s office. I pick up my phone and see a text from Dr. Voorhees.

Your pup is doing fine! it says, along with a pic of the vet and a smiling Dash licking her face.

I sigh and send up thanks to the universe.

“What is it?” Bella asks, petting Mr. Darcy.

“It’s the vet. Dash is fine.”

“Yay! When can she come home?”

I text the vet back and wait for her to reply. “I don’t know yet. Are you hungry?”

“Starving!” she says. “But…”

“But what?”

“But what about Damon?”

My heart sinks in my chest. “Oh. Yeah. What about him?”

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know, honey.”

“Are you going to get him back?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” She huffs and crosses her arms across her chest.

“I mean, I don’t know how to get him back, and I’m not sure I want him back anyway.” I regret it as soon as I say it.

“What?”

“Sorry, honey. I just mean… Look, I don’t know how he was trapped here to begin with. Neither do you, and you’re the one who trapped him. Neither does Beverly, and she’s the most powerful witch around. So, I had no way of knowing that smashing the cookie jar would, like, banish him or whatever. I don’t know what I did, and I don’t know how to get him back.”

“But you do want him back, right?” she asks, her eyes big.

“I mean…I don’t know.”

“But I thought…” Her eyes well up and tears start to fall. I pull her to me and we sit on the bed together.

“What did you think?”

“I don’t know. I just thought that…maybe…you know…we could be a family again…like when Dad was here.”

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