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sense when you’re desperate.”
    She wasn’t desperate. Or was she? “I’ve never claimed we are each other’s destiny. I just want one date.”
    Izzy tossed her a knowing smile. “One date, huh? Or what he has to offer in bed?”
    “I’ll need the date first before I can land him in bed.”
    “Then ask him out. This is the twenty-first century. Women do it all the time.”
    She shook her head. “I’m not sure I could handle it if he said no. It might be best if I had a spell to convince me that Kalan is not the one. Let’s be honest. Men like Kalan don’t go out with someone like me.”
    Izzy’s lips couldn’t have puckered any more than if she’d eaten a lemon. “If that’s what you truly believe, I’m sure I can arrange a spell to eliminate your desire for Kalan Murdoch from your brain. That kind of spell is definitely in Ophelia’s wheel house.”
    Izzy was suddenly being very cooperative, and the look of sincerity implied she’d do her best. “Thank you. I need to focus on my work and not on having a record number of climaxes.”
    “To be clear, you want to erase him from your head since you know it can’t be any more than that, right?”
    “Is that what I said? Maybe. Kind of. Aw, hell, I don’t know what I want.” Besides Kalan .
    Izzy thankfully laughed. “I can see that. Before you dismiss it altogether, there’s a lot to be said for hot sex.”
    “Uh-huh.” The discussion needed to end now. “When can you arrange for this dismissal spell?”
    Izzy stood. “I’ll try to find Ophelia now. If she can do it this afternoon, are you willing to meet me at my old house?”
    “Absolutely.”
    They hugged goodbye. As soon as Izzy left, Elana headed downstairs to her closed flower shop. The delightful scent of the blooming flowers along with the cheery balloons and holiday cards on the wall rack brought her joy. She couldn’t imagine doing anything else other than being a florist.
    Determined to keep busy until Izzy contacted her, Elana checked her delivery schedule and what arrangements she had to make and for when. She was in the middle of placing some white roses in a vase when her cell rang. It was Izzy.
    “Hello, my spell binding witch.” She smiled and leaned against the counter.
    “Ophelia said she can meet us in fifteen minutes. Can you be ready?”
    “You bet.”
    As soon as she disconnected, Elana returned the flowers to the cooler. The excitement at soon banishing Kalan Murdoch from her mind wasn’t zinging through her body as she expected. He’d been in her dreams each night for years. She’d miss him, but unfulfilled wishes were a drag.
    Determined not to waffle any more than she already had, she grabbed her purse and left after locking up. Once she arrived at Izzy’s old house, both her friend and some old woman in a long black dress she’d never seen before were waiting for her at the end of the path leading to Izzy’s front door.
    Elana parked, and kept her gaze on Ophelia. It was hard to believe the woman could even remember a spell at her age let alone do a successful one. Given her long white hair and skin thinner than onion paper, she had to be close to ninety.
    When Elana slipped out of her Subaru, the sun was out in full force and the wind was sufficient enough to blow pollen around to perfume the air. Elana inhaled and the tension in her shoulders released.
    As she neared, Ophelia seemed to look right through her. The small smile on her lips then disappeared. “Elana, something is troubling you.”
    Many things were, but the biggest was her obsession with Kalan. “I can’t seem to get a particular man out of my head and it’s affecting my sleep. It’s clear he doesn’t want to be with me, and I want to block his image, if that’s possible.”
    “Most definitely, but I was sensing something else.”
    Her pulse soared. “What do you mean?”
    She waved a hand. “It’s nothing. Now tell me this man’s name.”
    Surely, Izzy had told it to her. The