Spells A La Carte (Mystic Cafe Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

through the window and splashed across his handsome face. Streaks of gold highlighted his already blond hair. His blue eyes sparkled even brighter than normal. Muscles peeked out from under his short-sleeved T-shirt. His jeans hit in all the right places.
    “Good morning.” Rory’s dimples appeared again.
    Rory looked and acted completely normal now. Maybe he had just stumbled. Uneven pavement on the sidewalk? I was trying to think of any logical explanation.
    “Grandma Imelda, it’s so good to see you again.” Rory stepped forward to hug her, but Grandma Imelda quirked an eyebrow and kept her hands folded across her waist. When she didn’t budge, Rory stuck out his hand toward her instead.
    My grandmother eyed him up and down. I knew she was suspicious. I hoped this didn’t leave a lasting impression on her. She was usually forgiving. Plus, he hadn’t really done anything wrong.
    “It’s nice to see you again too, Rory,” she said in a guarded voice. She reluctantly took his hand.
    “We saw you across the street,” I said with a smile. I didn’t want him to think we were spying… but I wanted to know the story.
    He gestured over his shoulder. “Yes, my cousin just opened the shop and I stopped in to congratulate her. I haven’t seen her in years.”
    I quirked an eyebrow. “Meredith Meese is your cousin?”
    Grandma Imelda cast a glance my way.
    “Yes, she used to live here and recently moved back. Isn’t that great?” Rory’s voice was full of excitement.
    “That’s fantastic.” I tried to match his enthusiasm, but I didn’t think it was working.
    He looked at his watch. “Well, I’d better get to work.” He leaned over and gently kissed me. “I’ll talk to you tonight. Have a great day.” He waved at Grandma. “It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Blair.”
    She gave him a lukewarm smile. “Likewise.”
    Rory walked out the door and for a few minutes awkward silence hung in the air. I knew Grandma Imelda wanted to say something. She might as well get it over with.
    “Something doesn’t seem right about that shop.” Grandma Imelda pointed across the street. “I definitely think something is wrong.”
    “It’s probably just because you’ve been gone and anything new seems strange to you.” I brushed off her comment with a wave of my hand.
    She quirked an eyebrow and I chuckled nervously. I knew she was right. I sensed it. It might sound crazy, but I felt a tingle of misplaced magic around the edges. And I knew that Grandma Imelda was picking up on that too. Would the feeling go away? I wasn’t sure, but first I had to find out what kind of magic was being performed over there.
    The phone rang and grabbed our attention. I hurried over and picked it up. “Mystic Café, may I help you?”
    I was expecting to receive a few carry-out orders soon, since I’d posted that we would be closed today until lunch for Grandma Imelda’s return.
    “Ms. Blair, it’s Reagan Baer-Turner with the Organization. Has your grandmother arrived?”
    I glanced over at Grandma Imelda, who was still staring out the window at the shop. “Yes, she’s here.”
    “Great. Why don’t you meet me at the park around nine tonight and I can give you the award.”
    That was kind of an odd place to meet. Of course it wasn’t like there was some special awards ceremony in my honor. I was sure she just wanted to hand me the plaque and get out of town.
    “Sure, I can meet you there.”
    “Oh, and can you bring the Mystic Café spell book?”
    “Why do you need the Mystic Magic book?”
    Another odd request. I’d never understand the way the Organization worked. They were always doing weird things.
    “I just want to make sure that it is updated with your name in it. I forgot to look the other day when I was there,” she said casually.
    “Okay, sure, I guess that will be okay. It’s kind of heavy though.”
    “I appreciate it, Elly. You’ve been fantastic.”
    “I’ll see you then,” I said.
    She clicked off the