Page 6 of Magical Melee
“That might be it.” I nodded, glancing back at the tea, which turned a brighter crimson since he left.
Without another thought, I brought the cup to my lips, sipped the tea, and let my mind wander to the unknown.
Chapter Two
“Are you going to open it or just stare at it?” Skye teased as I set my empty cup on the table.
“Probably stare at it for a minute.” I grinned, shaking my head. “I’m just…confused.”
“Well, he’s certainly a tall drink of water,” Skye whispered, wiggling her brows. “You know, if you’re into the strong, gorgeous type.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Skye, you’re impossible. I’m barely divorced. I’m not looking. I wouldn’t know what to do in that kind of situation. We were kids when we last saw one another. I think he’s a few years older.”
Skye’s brows rose. “Not buying it at all. I helped you pack your lingerie drawer, Maeve. You are no prude.”
“It’s all locked away in storage. Just like my emotions.” I chuckled.
My cheeks flushed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from Skye or the tea.
I felt lighter and more peaceful since I’d finished the Calmora tea. Maybe it did its job.
She glanced at her phone and let out a sigh. “So, not to rush you…”
Skye’s eyes filled with wonder for the next Stonewick adventure, but all I had were questions.
My tea worked like a kaleidoscope.
A bulldog suddenly imprinted on me.
A long-lost childhood friend showed up unexpectedly and delivered something I was afraid to open.
And a woman who didn’t look a day over seventy was actually over a century old, running a tea shop with more spring in her step than I ever had.
To say I’d had my fill of oddities was putting it mildly.
I glanced at Stella busily helping the throng of customers who flooded the shop this Friday evening. As I studied her, something told me she had some answers.
“Two appointments are calling our names for a couple of good readings.” Skye tried again.
My brows furrowed as I rubbed my temples.
“As in tarot,” she continued. “Come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never done it before.”
I shook my head, glancing down at the envelope. “Nope.”
Skye caught my gaze and smiled.
“Your maiden name is gorgeous.”
Maeve Una Bellemore, where have you been?
Keeping my married name of Lovitt seemed easier to stay connected with Celeste, but seeing my birth name spelled out so beautifully made my stomach knot. I’d never felt like a Lovitt.
Lovitt.
Truth be told, I didn’tloveanything aboutit.
Lovitt.
