Free Charmed by Barbara Bretton

Chapter One
     
    What is it about plans anyway? It seems like the second you get your life all figured out, fate steps in and turns your world upside down.
    We were finishing up the last workshop in a week-long series of master knitting classes and I was on top of the world. If the comment cards were any indication, we had hit the knitting equivalent of a grand slam home run. Steeks. Bohus. Dressmaker-quality finishing techniques. Every variation on grafting you could think of and some you couldn't. I had worked long and hard to put together a powerful five days of classes and been rewarded with a full cash register and depleted stock.
    Even better, we had a great group, especially our workshop veterans who had returned for another series of sessions. Amy was a dark-haired lawyer whose hobby was marrying (and quickly divorcing) men young enough to be her son. Claire the physical therapist and part-time stock car race racer. Allen the former pro-NFL player and his husband Jake, a playwright with a dry sense of humor and major fiber chops. And, to my delight, Liv Jenssen was back again. Liv had taken at least a dozen workshops with me over the last few years and we considered her one of our favorites. And then just like that she stopped signing up for classes and commenting on our Ravelry forum and placing orders for way too much Malabrigo.
    Over the years favorite customers have moved away, moved on, even left this world for whatever awaits humans in the next. That’s just the way this business is. But every now and then a customer comes along who touches your heart in a way you can’t explain. Not that we'd ever had a heart-to-heart or anything even close. Liv just wasn't a talker. But the connection--at least for me--was there just the same even though the only thing I really knew about her was the fact that she lived in New Hampshire and was one wicked Bohus knitter.
    I love knitters but the truth is we're an eccentric lot. I'm not sure if it's the yarn fumes or too much time spent debating the relative merits of cashmere versus qiviut, but when you bring a group of us together anything can happen.
    By the way, I'm Chloe Hobbs, the half-human, half-sorceress owner of Sticks & Strings, a wildly popular yarn shop here in Sugar Maple, Vermont where your yarn never tangles, your sleeves match, and you always, always get gauge. Some people say it's magick but I'm not telling. After all, we know how to keep secrets around here.
    Trust me, if you grew up in a picture-postcard New England village inhabited by witches, vampires, trolls, selkies, house sprites, Fae innkeepers, traveling spirits, and just about everything else your parents told you didn't really exist, you'd understand why we learn to keep secrets before we take our first step.
    And here is the biggest secret of them all: I'm pregnant. I'm not that far along so I'm not showing yet which means it's been easy (relatively speaking) to keep the news to ourselves. Luke, the 100% human love of my life, was every bit as surprised as I was when Elspeth broke the news to us but now we're both over the moon with excitement. Given a choice, I wouldn't recommend getting the news from a cranky yellow-haired troll with a grudge against homo sapiens but it will make a great story to tell our daughter one day.
    Our plan (and yes, I can hear fate laughing out loud) was to break the big news to our friends and the other villagers at the Fourth of July Extravaganza next week when I wouldn't be able to hide my bump any longer. Everyone would be there. Everyone would be in a celebratory mood even before we announced that we were pregnant. They might even be able to forget the fact that the new arrival would be more human than magick.
    Okay, so maybe that was hoping for too much but the fact that the Hobbs line would continue would definitely be cause for celebration. Thanks to a protective charm put into effect by my ancestor Aerynn, the sorceress who led the early settlers out of Salem