back and forth under Jo Ellen’s nose, making her laugh even more.
“I want this one.” Jo Ellen picked up Mr. Prince Charming.
He didn’t seem to mind dangling from the grip she had around his waist.
“Honey, this nice lady.” The mom searched my face.
“June. June Heal.” I couldn’t help but try to read the mom and see what her spiritual gift was, but my intuition told me nothing. Which was very odd. The first thing I had done when I realized I was a witch was go to Hidden Halls, A Spiritualist University and attend intuition classes. “I own A Charming Cure right down from Glorybee.”
“This is Ms. Heal and that’s her cat,” the mom said.
“June. You can call me June.” My heart nearly stopped.
I sounded just like Darla. My mom had never liked to be call Mrs., Ms., Miss, or even Mom.
“June, can I come to your store and play with him?” Jo Ellen asked.
“Anytime.” My gut tugged at the little girl’s smile and joy that was in her eyes.
I gulped. Oscar and I had never talked about having our own children and I’d never planned on it, but there was just something so endearing seeing the little girl play with Mr. Prince Charming.
“Hi,” Oscar walked up and put his arm around me. “I see Mr. Prince Charming has made a friend.”
“Mr. Prince Charming?” the mom asked and chuckled. “He’s definitely living up to his name because Jo is in love. I’m Tish Chapman. We moved into the new subdivision.”
“The development.” I nodded. “I haven’t been over there yet.”
“Oh, you must come visit. It’s amazing.” Tish lifted her brows. “I knew, as a single mom, that I wanted Jo Ellen to not only live in a beautiful neighborhood with other children, but also eat healthy.”
“Eat healthy?” Oscar asked.
“I’m sorry, this is my husband and police officer Oscar Park.” They shook hands. “What did you say about eating healthy?”
I wasn’t following what she was saying.
“There is a twenty-five acre farm that is in the middle of the subdivision. We have a little market where we can get all the fresh fruit and vegetables we need.” There was excitement all over her face.
“You work on a farm?” I asked.
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I work in Locust Grove and that’s where Jo Ellen goes to school. But there is a farmer and entire crew who work the farm and we shop there. Jo Ellen can go and help out in the chicken coop or even pick fresh berries, but we pay for the food.”
“So it’s sort of like the farm-to-market movement we are seeing all over the United States?” Oscar asked.
“It is and we are loving it so far.” Tish looked down at Jo Ellen who still had Mr. Prince Charming dangling. “You are going to squish him. Put him back on the pumpkin.”
Jo Ellen was sweet and did what her mom told her to do and darted off in the direction of the candy apple stand.
“It really has been life changing for us. Please come by for a visit and I’ll show you around.” Tish pointed toward her daughter and waved ’bye.
“How on Earth did we not know about this?” I asked.
“From what I gathered,” Oscar wrapped his arm around me. It felt so nice. I always felt safe with him. “Locust Grove owns the land around Whispering Falls and the developer got the two-hundred acre land beyond our border approved for this sort of land development. Now, they’ve expanded into Whispering Falls.”
“The council let them?” I asked.
“According to Petunia, the Order of Elders, while we were gone on our honeymoon, approved Whispering Falls to be opened up to mortals. That’s why all the new shops are popping up, so we can still have our magical village but the mortals won’t know.” Oscar waved to someone in the distance. “I went over there today. So half of the land is in Locust Grove and half in Whispering Falls. Since I work for both police departments, it works out that I’ll mainly stay around here more and police the new
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