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sheriff’s position, but denounced his wizardry talents when I got myself into a little hot water and the only way he could help me was to denounce his gift, leaving him with no memory what-so-ever of spiritual nature or more importantly, when he told me he loved me.
    “I...,” I stuttered and held the charm closer to my eyes. “I don’t think this is like any of the other charms he has given me.”
    Slowly my eyes moved to the bottom of the table where Mr. Prince Charming’s tail swept the floor in a back-and-forth motion. It was true. Mr. Prince Charming and Oscar had never been the best of friends. Even after eighteen years of being around each other.
    My breath quickened. My eyes widened.
    “Are you okay?” Oscar asked taking another bite out of the chocolaty treat. “All of the sudden you got pale.” He stuffed the rest in his mouth. “You aren’t going to faint, are you?” he asked with a mouthful.
    “No.” I smiled. Images of me in a wedding gown made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Far from it.”
    Meow. Mr. Prince Charming peeked his head out from underneath the tablecloth.
    Yes. A wedding ring. No wonder Mr. Prince Charming was mad. Oscar and I were going to finally be getting together. Especially now after Oscar finally accepted he was a spiritualist.
    Eloise Sandlewood, Oscar’s aunt and a local in Whispering Falls, and I told Oscar about his memory loss. We left out the part about our romance because I wanted him to fall back in love with me, not feel he was obligated. He was upset at first, but he has grown to accept it and that I too was a spiritualist. Luckily it didn’t hurt our friendship.
    Like I said, Mr. Prince Charming was a little jealous of my relationship with Oscar, which led me to believe the charm was a protection charm for marriage. After all, Mr. Prince Charming was my fairy-god cat and he was not allowed to discriminate on who or what he protected me from, even if his judgment was off, way off, on this one.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Oscar flipped the open sign around when he left. Happily I took another sip of my coffee and walked behind the small partition on the other side of the counter where I flipped on my cauldron.
    A wedding. I sighed. I looked up at the framed picture that hung on the wall of me, Darla and my dad and wished they were here to share in my good fortune. I rubbed the little dove charm while images of my dad walking me down the aisle played over and over in my mind.
    They would have been so proud.
    Bubble, bubble. The rapidly-boiling green frothy mix bubbled to the top of the new cauldron I had picked up from Wands, Potions, and Beyond while visiting my great-aunt Helena who was the dean at Hidden Halls, A Spiritualist University. My father’s aunt. At least I had one relative still living.
    In fact, I was still getting used to my new cauldron. It was like everything else. New and improved.
    My last cauldron—my first cauldron—had a bad potion that shattered the darn thing into a million little pieces, leaving me without my magical pot to keep working on my love…um …memory potion for Oscar.
    I reached over and rubbed my finger on the dove charm, making a metal note to take it to Bella’s Baubles so Isabella Van Lou, Bella for short, could put the charm on my bracelet. Even more so, I couldn’t wait to see her face, though I was sure that was where Mr. Prince Charming got the charm in the first place.
    Sigh . With the new turn of events, it wasn’t that I needed Oscar to remember, but it would be awful handy. I continued to stir the potion that I had started; a potion I was relying on to give him his memory back.
    The thought of his dark hair and hot, hunky, well-built chest under Oscar’s cop shirt were enough to get my inner cauldron boiling. Lazily I stirred the bubbling substance eagerly awaiting KJ to bring my beehive husk, which happened to be the one ingredient I didn’t have on hand. The last ingredient I needed to finish my little