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even have the potion yet then why was she making it available at all? It was as if she knew Rory would be unable to avoid the rich, moist dessert calling out to him. If she was truly up to something, I’d find out. She might have kept the magic secret from me for years, but I was on to her now. What could Rory possibly get out of the spell? He was doing fine without any magical intervention. I sensed it from him. My sensitivity to magical needs had grown over the past couple months. That electric-like charge had grown stronger.
    I forced myself to move over to the stool next to him. If only I had time to sit and talk with him. Maybe then I’d notice if the spell really did start to work instantly. Alas, there was no time because the customers were already becoming restless. They usually got cranky when they were hungry.
    “Miss, we’re ready to place our order.” The man in the booth waved his menu at me. Everyone at the table wore a scowl across their faces.
    “I’ll be right there.” I plastered on a fake smile, then turned my attention back to Rory.
“Sorry, I don’t have time to talk. Everyone kind of came at once.” I gestured over my shoulder at the crowd.
    He placed his fork down. “It’s okay. I really did come just to see your beautiful face.” He touched my chin with his index finger. “And to see if we’re still on for tonight.”
    Rory Covington knew all the right things to say and he always made me smile.
    “Of course we’re still on for tonight.”
    Having a romantic evening with Rory was going to be the highlight of my day. Please let it be the highlight and not that spell we’d just concocted. A date with him was just what I needed, especially with the added pressure of potions. I needed time off to relax and take my mind off the magic. All the worrying was obviously for nothing. I had a tendency to overreact. Grandma Imelda said it was inherited from my mother. Who, by the way, did not perform magic. She had many talents, but cooking was not one of them.
    Rory picked up his fork again. Why had she given him such a huge slice? As the thought crossed my mind, Grandma chose that moment to stroll by whistling. She seemed more than pleased with her feat.
    No matter how gorgeous Rory looked, my gaze was still fixed on that fork as he lifted it to his mouth again. This was the last bite and I was thankful for teeny favors. As I watched him chew, I wondered if maybe the potion wasn’t as potent as Grandma Imelda had thought. Maybe it would have zero effect on him. Okay, I was officially paranoid, but anyone would be in my shoes. If you’d ever seen your boyfriend chased by women as if he was Elvis Presley showing off his pelvis thrusts for the first time, you’d feel the same. With any luck, she was wrong. Who was I kidding? The woman was never wrong.  
    What was I so worried about anyway? A spell to make Rory happy wasn’t a bad thing, right? What was the worst that could happen? Okay, I wouldn’t answer that question, but just because the first spell he received had turned out badly didn’t mean all the rest would be that way. Although I had hoped he would never get another bad spell, or any spell for that matter. I needed more answers from the Organization. Why did they give out a mass spell? Weren’t the individual spells enough? They sure did like to make people happy. Maybe I needed a big dose to get me through my anxiety.
    Rory placed the fork down next to his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin. Glares from customers were directed at me, so I knew I had to go. Grandma Imelda had moved over to the first table to collect their order, but there were plenty more waiting. She was supposed to be retired and I didn’t want her working. I should be able to handle this without having a panic attack, for heaven’s sake. Only a few red crumbs remained on the plate. Too bad Rory liked to eat cake for breakfast, although something told me Grandma would have gotten the spell to him one way