Free 5 A Charming Magic by Tonya Kappes Page B

my spiritual gift of intuition. Gingerly, I picked up the container with the eyes and carefully unscrewed the lid. Rarely did my intuition tell me to use the Eye of Saber Cat and it freaked me out every time I opened the jar because all the eyes looked at me.
    “Okay,” I sighed and opened the jar. All the eyes shifted right and left when the light entered. “Which one of you is going to bring Oscar back to me?”
    I took the tongs and haphazardly grabbed one not looking into the eye. I dropped it into the cauldron.
    After that I grabbed a few extra ingredients—for good measure. The customers that were standing in line at Glorybee filed in one by one.
    “Welcome,” I said, poking my head out from behind the partition. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” The bell over the door dinged a few more times.
    Quickly I stirred the potion. I grabbed the purple heart bottle with the potion I had started earlier. I unscrewed the top and put a few sprinkles of it into the cauldron.
    The Eye of Saber Cat seemed to be doing the trick with the swirling chunky liquid rising to the top with a cerulean glow. A dash of Kali phos would make the liquid stop rising and take a little edge off of Oscar’s nervous system with the positive benefits of opening up to love—my love.
    “There is my favorite little witch.” The voice rounded the corner of the partition.
    Oscar appeared with Mr. Prince Charming in his arms. They had a newfound friendship. Mr. Prince Charming had always been a tad-bit, a whole hell of a lot, jealous of my feelings for Oscar, but since Oscar lost his spiritual memory, Mr. Prince Charming thought he was the cat’s meow.
    “Look who I found sitting on the steps.” He put Mr. Prince Charming on the counter.
    “My two favorite men,” I joked and dusted my hands off on my apron. I took Oscar by the arm to lead him away from the cauldron, which he didn’t need to see or ask about. He rubbernecked trying to get a glimpse of what I was doing. I rubbernecked to get a glimpse of his hot bottom in the Locust Grove police uniform. “I’m not a witch,” I whispered dragging him around the counter. “And you don’t work here so you have to stay on that side of the line.” My foot dragged on the floor to make an invisible line.
    “Oh, I think you are a witch.” He winked. “Maybe we should call you Samantha from Bewitched. Did she have a cat?”
    “I don’t know?” I rubbed Mr. Prince Charming’s ears. “Stop calling me a witch. What are you doing here?” Not that I minded. Two times in one day and I was not complaining. Plus it wasn’t even lunch time either.
    My toes curled. There was no way he was passing through Whispering Falls for work. He had to have come here to see me.
    “I came to see Arabella.” There was a smile in his voice, something that wasn’t sitting well with my heart. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him. That damn uniform made him look mighty fine. For a second I thought I would shove the unfinished potion down his throat and scream, fall in love with me!
    “You did?” I played stupid.
    He leaned in and bumped me in a playful way. He looked at me for a long moment, as though he was trying to find the right words or assess what I was thinking. He’d blush if he knew what I was thinking.
    “You aren’t a tad bit jealous are you, June Heal?” His lips were so close, I had to force myself not to cling to them like a magnet. I didn’t move. It was like I was hypnotized. He lifted a hand and rubbed it down my check. “Oh June.” He threw his head back. His blue eyes danced with amusement.
    Meow, meow. Mr. Prince Charming jumped off the counter and darted around my ankles, causing me to step back. He wasn’t happy with the closeness but I was. I pushed him aside with my foot. He wasn’t pleased. He jumped back up on the counter, threw his leg in the air and started to clean himself.
    “Stop it!” I shooed him off and glared at him. That whole cat grooming thing was