Page 6 of Fall I Want
Fifteen minutes pass and I can’t shake the feeling that man left me with. “This will sound ridiculous, but when I met his eyes, I thought—”
“He was Mr. Dreamy? I noticed he matched the description you’ve given me over the years.”
I nervously chuckle. “I think I need a vacation.”
“Shit, me too. Somewhere tropical, though. I’m not picky.”
“Would be a dream,” I tell her, but I’m still bothered.
Fucking Alex. And yes, I’m shortening his name because I can.
Maybe my dreams were really a warning to stay away from the tall, attractive man with messy hair and deep blue eyes.
“What the hell was that?” Blaire asks as she grabs some extra napkins for someone.
“He better not come in here again,” I mutter to her.
“Or what? You’ll ask for his number?” Blaire teases. She must’ve noticed how I looked at him. Did everyone?
I furrow my brows as I steam milk.
“There was a connection. I saw it.” Julie squirts pumpkin-flavored syrup and caramel in a cup.
“Forgot to mention I did love spells for both of you during the full moon last week.” Blaire pulls a few pastries and places them on plates.
I glance at her.
“You asked me to! Honestly, I think youbegged.”
“Oh, right. Almost forgot about that. Granted, I had an entire bottle of wine that night. No regrets. I hope I don’t ruin your love spell streak.”
“Nah, you won’t.” She snickers. “But if it works, you owe me. And if one of them is rich, like that man, I’ll take a cottage in the woods.”
I burst into laughter. “Sorry, but Alex looks like the type of man who willneverbe pleased.”
“But you’d try,” Blaire says. “I would.”
“Humph.” I carry the decaf mocha to the end of the counter, but I’m laughing. I won’t let that douchebag take me down.
“Good morning, Mrs. Mooney,” I say. She’s wearing a cream-colored sweater with an embroidered pumpkin on the front that sparkles. I love it. “I thought autumn didn’t officially start until September twenty-second?”
“You, of all people, know the falliday season begins when the first leaf turns yellow. Will you be attending the ball this year?” she asks as she removes the lid and pours extra milk from the condiment bar into her cup.
“If I can find a Prince Charming to accompany me, I’ll be there.” It’s the type of party you attend as a couple, otherwise it’s awkward because all the singles are grouped up.
The ladies in my mother’s book club have always acted as my fairy godmothers. They all have delicious grandsons and nephews but haveneverdelivered on their hookup promises. I haven’t been to the fall ball in two years, and everyone has noticed.
“I’ll get the witches together and we’ll light a love spell candle for you at our next meeting.”
“Oh, that would be outstanding.” I placate her. This town is full of witchy old women. Blaire will be like them one day. Hell, she already is.
“I just need to know who, dear,” she says, placing the lid back on her coffee. She takes a sip and grins.
“Like, his name?” I almost laugh, knowing I have nothing.
“Yep, just tell me the last person who made your heart flutter.”
“Alex,” Julie says from behind me with a giggle. “That’s the name.”
