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red blush flooded Alex’s cheeks. “I would have, but you were too busy waiting tables at the saloon for me to break it to you.”
    Lucie smacked a tin container on the counter. “Bull.”
    Alex sighed. “Okay, so I didn’t tell you. Shoot, it has been a long time since you’d seen my brother, I wasn’t sure how you still felt about him.”
    “I don’t have any feelings for him.” She marched back to the pantry. “None at all.” Then why the hell was there moisture in her eyes, and why was her chest—and strategic points farther south—so tight and achy? She held on to her anger like a shield, praying she didn’t break down in front of her friends.
    She glanced around the interior of the pantry, blinking to avoid letting a single tear slip down her face. Must be all the potent herbs and cayenne pepper her grandmother kept for cooking up food and the occasional spell. Nope, she wasn’t crying over that rat Ben.
    “You all right in there?” Calliope peeked into to the dimly lit room.
    “I’m fine. I just can’t seem to find what I’m lookin’ for.” Story of her life . No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to find her place in Bayou Miste. Especially since Ben left.
    But now he was back. After seven long freakin’ years! All the more reason to get out. Fast .
    She spied the last canister she needed and grabbed it . Back in the kitchen, she arranged the various containers in order of the instructions she’d found in the wood-bound book marked “Madame LeBieu’s Special Recipes.” With the cookbook propped on a stand, she tugged a massive cast-iron stockpot from a bottom cabinet and set it on the propane-powered stove.
    Alex’s eyes widened and her face paled. “Ah jeez, you weren’t kidding, were you? You really are going to use magic. Clear the parish!”
    Lucie glared at her former friend.
    “Cut the crap, Alex.” Her lips pressed together, she leaned over to read the recipe, then snatched up the first container and a measuring cup.
    Alex blocked her way to the stove. “Lucie, don’t do it . I beg of you.”
    “Move, Alex.”
    “Madame LeBieu will be furious,” Alex argued.
    “Where is she, anyway?” Calliope’s gaze darted around the room as if expecting the woman to appear out of thin air. “And where’s Lisa?”
    “Lisa went to New Orleans and Mamère took a poultice to Pete Pasquale on the other side of Bayou Black. He must have been poaching gators, because he got himself bit. She won’t be back for half the afternoon.” Lucie stared at Alex. “She’ll never know I was in her pantry, if you’ll move out of my way and let me get on with it.”
    “Any chance of Lisa dropping in?” Calliope asked.
    She cringed. Her twin sister was the last person who needed to know she was attempting magic. As far as twins went, Lucie and Lisa shared looks, but nothing else. Lisa was the yin to her yang, the dark to her light. Her sister was wild, through and through. “No. She left for New Orleans this morning to visit a friend . Thank God.”
    “Good thing. Maybe she’ll stay.” With a short, harrumphing snort, Alex stepped around the butcher block and pulled up a stool. “I still think it’s wrong, and I don’t know what I’m doing here watching, but if this is the way you want to deal with your life, it’s your funeral.”
    “Funeral?” Lucie wanted to laugh at how she’d shied away from the love spell her grandmother had tried to hex her with. And here she was cookin’ up one of her own. If they weren’t in danger of losing her home, or there was any other way to get rich quick in Bayou Miste, she’d have jumped on it. Snagging Eric Littington was her only hope of saving her grandmother’s home and getting herself out of the swamp. “A little love potion isn’t that big of a deal.”
    Alex snorted. “That’s what you always say.”
    “Look, if you’re going to watch, at least keep it quiet.” Lucie ran her finger down the page, checking off her list of