Page 66 of Bewitch

“I’m sorry that happened, but sometimes, those womanly instincts…” I make eye contact with Eliza and nod.

She nods back, and I know she knows I mean to make moves against the janitor Carl Fetto if evidence is found.

Which I suspect will be the case.

CHAPTER19

Before I go to bed that night, I text Lucas to let him know that I didn’t have anything to eat or drink at the party, but that I’m only going to bed just now so working out just isn’t going to happen in the morning. I’m dead to the world as soon as my head hits the pillow, and when I wake, I discover a text from him that says no problem.

I hope I didn’t screw up everything for you.

I put my phone down and shower. Once I get out, there’s another text reply from him.

Nah, you’re good. But you could’ve enjoyed yourself some at the party.

Who said I didn’t? I don’t have to drink to have fun.

Did you have a good time?

Yes. I went with friends.

Did you go home alone?

My eyebrows lift. I’m surprised he’s texting me, number one, and number two, there’s no way to know tone through texting.

I hate texting.

Although I hate phone calls too.

Yes, I went home alone. Don’t worry. I’m not a slut. I’m not trying to look good naked for anyone but myself.

So you don’t have anyone in mind?

I hesitate before sending,No.

I’ll see you on Monday.

Good. I hope it’ll be a great work out.

Should be.

I can’t help smiling to myself as I brush out my hair. As I put on some makeup, I try to come up with a meal plan for the day, but I just can’t figure out what to eat today. There’s the cafeteria, of course. There’s going over to Skylar’s place, but Brooke and I need food, and I’m a little burned out from all of the cooing.

To try to find some inspiration, I go online and look up healthy recipes that sound fun and easy to make. There are several for protein bars, and it makes me start to wonder if they can’t be tweaked some. Hmm…

I write down a list of ingredients and decide to go to the grocery store. If it wasn’t so late in the day, I would’ve been ready to work out, but I do feel like an extra day to relax would do me some good. I’ve been pushing myself so hard, and I don’t want to become burned out. Plus, I do have to deal with the whole janitor thing. I’m not sure if he works on the weekends or not. Hmm. Maybe I can get my mom to find out his schedule. Does he work at a particular building at a certain time every day he works?

When I enter the grocery store, I debate getting one of those baskets and instead end up taking one of the smaller carts. I fill the cart up quickly with various baking items as well as the list I have for the protein dessert type thing I want to make. I’m not even sure what’ll end up being when I make it, but I hope it’ll taste good. It’s been so long since I bed anything, and I love to bake. Trust me. There is a difference between baking and cooking.

Before I can start to head to the checkout line, I feel the heat of a stare. I glance over my shoulder to see who is watching me, but no one is looking my way. Maybe I’m paranoid.

I’m about to push my car forward when someone is there, and I wait for them to go by.

“Dawn?”

I glance over and realize the someone is actually Lucas. “Hey.”

He glances at my cart, and I refuse to feel guilty for the baking supplies in it.

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