Page 30 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
“No, but let me grab it.” Stevie rushed into her room and snatched the bone from the safe.
Stevie returned to the kitchen, holding it out to Lucia. “Where do you want it?”
“On the table is fine.” Lucia fished out a wishbone from inside a small box labeledSpecial Bonesand handed it to Stevie. “Grasp one side of that and press your other palm on top of Kit’s bone.”
Stevie arched a brow. “This is sounding a bit provocative.” Especially since she knew he couldfeelher touch on his bones.
Lucia ignored Stevie and focused on Kit. “Ghosts generally can’t touch remains, but the wishbone is special. It holds its own unique, magical qualities. With my spell already placed on it and at play, your hand is meant to not pass through,” she explained. “Now take hold of the wishbone’s other side while placing your palm on Stevie’s.”
Kit leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around the opposite side of the wishbone.That part worked! His other gloved hand didn’t slip through Stevie’s—instead, coolness rested against hers.
Stevie’s eyes widened. “I feel him!” she shouted, meeting where she just knew his eyes were. “Do you feel it?”
“I do,” he rasped.
“So itisworking?” Lucia’s brows shot up. “I’ve never tried this spell, but I didn’t think it would! Okay, now I need you both to pull the bone toward you until it snaps. Each of you make a wish to see his true head. And go!”
They tugged on the wishbone until a loud snap pierced the air. Stevie clamped onto the larger piece, Kit’s gloved hand sinking through hers. “Looks like I’m the winner. But I can’t feel him anymore,” Stevie said.
“That means it’s still working,” Lucia confirmed. “All right, Stevie, place your piece on the table in front of Kit and let him slide the two bones back together.”
Kit collected the two pieces which only Stevie would now be able to see. He then brought them together, and the seam fused. A ghostly head attached to Kit’s neck, making Stevie’s heart gallop to see the spell working. It wasn’t the head of the jerkwad ghost from the last new moon, but another she’d never seen. Long white hair brushed Kit’s shoulders. A strong jaw, chiseled features, and kissable lips accentuated his face.Of coursehe had to be even better looking than Evan Peters. Like her own personal Adonis. And then, just like that, the head vanished.
“His head was there, but it disappeared again,” Stevie breathed. However, the image was tattooed in her mind.
Lucia ran a hand down the side of her face. “We need the Crowned Witch ASAP. If his head isn’t staying, then that means dark magic is fighting it and I would have to be near it to break the spell. I want you to go to Ginger’s tomorrow when she gets back into town. She might know something that I’m missing.”
Stevie finished corking a row of brews, then placed them into velvet bags for local deliveries. “Do you want to come?” Stevie asked Kit, gathering the packages in Lucia’s basement.
“You’re inviting me to go with you?” Kit’s voice sounded surprised.
“I’m sure you would pop up in the back of my car again if I didn’t.”
“You assumed wrong,” he drawled. “I would be your visitor in the front seat.”
Stevie rolled her eyes, but the edges of her lips curled upward. Both Gideon and Lucia were already at work, so she locked up their front door.
After loading the deliveries into the trunk, the only thing Stevie could focus on was how she’d felt Kit’s coolness against her skin, the tiny spark that had ignited, and how perfectly shaped his lips were.Calm down, Stevie. He’s a ghost. A ghost that could become a living member of society if they found his head…
She’d placed his bone inside her purse so it wouldn’t make things uncomfortable between them. Or for him since she apparently couldn’t stop thinking of his stupid gloved hand and what it would look like if he peeled off that leather...It’s ahand!
Heavy beats poured out from the car’s speakers and Kit groaned. “This music is terrible.”
“Another thing we agree on.” She laughed as she drove down her street, the fog covering the car’s hood. “Tell me what you like and I’ll see what I have on my phone.”
“Violins.”
“Um, can’t say I have anything just instrumental, but I’ll download some later. In the meantime, I’ll play Stevie Nicks. Both her solo and Fleetwood Mac catalog.” She scrolled until she found one that she thought he might like.
As the music played, the instruments doing their part, the voices blending perfectly, she watched Kit out of the corner of her eye who sat unnaturally still.
“So,” she nudged, trying to get him out of statue mode. “Do you find this one as terrible as the last?”
“It’s pleasant.”
“I’ll take pleasant.” Stevie laughed, continuing to smile as his fingers tapped his thigh.
After delivering the packages around the town, Stevie pulled into her parents’ driveway. She took the last sack from the trunk and knocked on the door.
