Free Spells A La Carte (Mystic Cafe Series Book 3) by Rose Pressey Page B

town.”
    “Wow, I can’t say that I’m surprised. But I was expecting much worse news.”
    His expression changed.
    “There’s more, isn’t there?” I asked.
    Tom nodded. “He claims that his behavior is because of you. He said you gave him a spell in the food he got here.”
    I snorted. My stomach twisted into a knot. “How did he know? I mean, what makes him think I gave him a spell?”
    Tom quirked a brow.
    “Oh, come on, Tom, it’s not a surprise that I’d give someone a spell, but I didn’t give him a bad one.”
    “I have to investigate his claim.”
    I frowned. “Well, that’s no surprise. Where is this man now? Has he been arrested?”
    I wanted to ask Tom if he had been caught with Rory. I hadn’t wanted to believe that I’d seen him get in Rory’s truck, but after what Henry had told me I couldn’t deny that it had likely been Rory’s truck.
    Tom didn’t take his eyes off me. “He vanished.”
    My eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
    “He vanished just like Reagan.”
    “Are you sure he didn’t just leave town?” I asked.
    “He left his belongings behind too,” Tom said.
    I couldn’t even wrap my mind around what was happening.
    “I can only give you one more warning,” Tom said.
    “What does that mean?” I asked.
    “The Organization is very suspicious of you since he disappeared after being in here and maybe getting a bad spell.”
    “They think I am giving people bad spells on purpose? If I ever give anyone something bad it is purely by accident,” I said.
    “Just please be careful.” Tom walked from around the counter.
    He stepped closer and placed his hand on my arm. For a moment, I wondered if he wanted to kiss me. But that would be strictly against the Organization’s rules.
    He stared into my eyes for a moment and then stepped back. “I’ll be back later. Remember, don’t get into any trouble until I get back.”
    I looked into his gorgeous eyes and nodded. “I’ll try my best.”
    It seemed as if trouble found me, so it was kind of hard to stay out of it. Tom walked out of the café and a noise sounded from the kitchen. I raced over and stormed through the door.
    Grandma Imelda dropped the bags she’d been holding. She clutched her chest. “Dear, I am entirely too old to scare like that.”
    I ran over and grabbed her arms. “Sorry, Grandma. Are you okay?”
    She waved off my concern. “I’m fine. Just help me with the bags.”
    I picked the bags from the floor and placed them on the counter. “I was worried that someone was breaking in to leave another book.”
    “Did I see Tom leaving?” she asked.
    Now I had to tell her about what had happened.
    ***
    Later that morning, we’d finished the rush of customers. That was when a woman walked in. I went right over to her table to get her order. She’d been limping when she walked in. 
    She blew the hair out of her eyes. “I think I strained my ankle on the way in here.” She rubbed her ankle.
    Tom’s words ran through my mind. I knew I shouldn’t do a spell, but if it could ease her pain… What could go wrong with a spell for a sprained ankle? Of course I hadn’t thought anything would go wrong with the happy spell either. I still didn’t think that was my fault.
    She placed an order for soup and a sandwich. The whole time I was walking back to the kitchen I told myself that I wouldn’t do any magic. The next thing I knew I was adding a spell to her food. I told myself that everything would be fine. After all, Tom hadn’t said not to do any magic, just not to do any bad magic. I certainly had no plans of that. I placed the food in front of the woman and walked away.
    I tried not to watch her too much so she wouldn’t think I was bonkers. So far everything seemed to be fine. She’d even stopped rubbing her ankle. But not a few minutes later when I glanced over at her, she met my gaze. The look in her eyes said it all.
    I’d seen the look before. It was the same look in her eyes as the man last