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going on or happening other than there was something about his energy that mirrored mine. Before I did something stupid that I was going to utterly regret, I pulled back. The small distance was like a breath of fresh air.
    “What was that?” I asked with more than a little accusation in my tone.
    There was an air of disappointment reflecting in his eyes. Eyes that had lost their luster. With a heavy sigh he reclined back against the seat. “I don’t know exactly.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him.
    “It’s the truth. There is something about our magic. It’s like their companions. One identifies with the other.”
    “But don’t all witches recognize each other?”
    “They do, but this is different, on another level so to speak. Sure when we first met in your dreams, I knew that you were a witch. I was young and didn’t really understand, but as we got older I could tell that it was more than just us being witches.”
    “And you never thought to tell me?” I couldn’t hide the irritation.
    His emerald eyes softened. “ Do you honestly think you would have believed me? A guy in your dreams trying to convince you that you are actually a witch...You could barely believe that I was real the other day.”
    Fine. Sure, he had a point. That didn’t necessarily mean I was okay with it.
    Irrational, I know. Maybe that should be my middle name.
    Brian na Irrational Rafferty. That had a lovely ring to it.
    “I never would have believed you,” I conceded. “In fact , I probably would have thought I was losing my freaking mind.” Some days I still do.
    He leaned forward on the table. “I think we could help each other.”
    “How so?”
    “Well I could help you learn to use and control your magic. In theory, I think our energies are parallel. I would like to see what they can do together.” There was hope and curiosity in his face. He really wanted to do this.
    I thought about what he offered. There was no way I could deny that I hadn’t felt something weird or more weird than usual. The few times I had done magic with Sophie or Gavin hadn’t come close to the surge of power I felt briefly with Lukas. Imagine if we put forth some effort.
    It was both intriguing and seductive.
    That scared me.
    “Are you game?” he asked after a few prolonged moments of me with drawn brows just staring at him.
    There was a nother long pause as I contemplated his offer. “Why not,” I heard myself respond. What did I possibly have to lose? Somewhere, the back of my mind nudged that I might be risking more than I was willing to pay. But how could I ignore the opportunity to gain such knowledge, to control this gift. It wasn’t like Lukas was a stranger. I would be safe with him.
    Now all I had to do was tell Gavin. I couldn’t hide Lukas forever.

     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    SUNDAY I HAD TO WORK . I had done a damn good job of evading Gavin all day yesterday, but I knew the time had come.
    With the impending holidays , Mystic Floral and Gifts was in full swing. Strands of twinkling lights were strung around the shop like tiny crystals. The whole place smelled like pine, candy cane, and mulberry spice. Poinsettias, garland, wreaths, and lilies decorated every corner of the shop. Confetti snow dusted the counters and displays.
    It was like walking into Narnia.
    Brewing a pot of coffee for the customers, I organized a plate of Christmas cookies. It might only be the middle of November, but Christmas in the shop started almost immediately after Halloween. There was, of course, a small section dedicated to autumn and Thanksgiving, but primarily Christmas had taken over and would until the end of the year.
    By that time , I would be ready to pull my hair out. The holidays were joyous, but they could also be frazzling. Carols pumped cheerily from the shop’s speakers, though I was feeling anything but cheery.
    Actually , I thought I might hurl.
    Plus the amount of coffee I had inhaled this morning wasn’t exactly helping my jumping nerves. My