No Shoes, No Shirt, No Spells (Mystic Cafe Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

spiritual soups, along with spells for everything in the love department from finding a mate, mending heartbreak, to general flirting.
     
    When I discovered the spell for patching up a broken heart, I knew I had the right one, plus it allowed for personalization. Turning my attention back to the grill, I tossed the burgers over, then turned to the page listed. The spell required mixing the potion myself, since this was a specific spell and not a general love spell. I retrieved my special fried potatoes from the fryer and placed some on one side of the plate, then added a dash of rosemary and sprinkled the love potion on top. The words came to me as if I’d always known just what to say. It was as natural as smiling, laughing, or crying.
     
    As I continued adding the spices, I said the words aloud:
     
    “ Let love find him and may his lost love want him in return.” I sprinkled more spices over the burger.
     
    Just like something from the movies, it sizzled on the grill, steam flying upward in a mini-tornado-like cylinder, whirling and churning like mad. It bubbled and sparked, growing faster as I murmured the words. The sound of magic in progress rippled through the kitchen, bouncing off the walls, floor, and the door. Above the island, pots and pans hanging from the ceiling rack swayed back and forth. As quickly as it started, the bubbling waned, settling to a simmer, then coming to a stop.
     
    “ She’ll be jealous, and it serves her right,” I added to the spell. “So mote it be.”
     
    “ Wow, you mean business. That was some spell work. And you said you didn’t know what you’re doing.” She squeezed me. “Your grandmother would be proud.”
     
    “ Was it too much?” I frowned. “I just figured a little jealousy wouldn’t hurt her after the way she’s treated him.”
     
    “ I bet he gets a date in no time, and he’ll have to fight the women off with a stick.”
     
    “ If you say so.” I shrugged.
     
    She grabbed the plates and headed for the dining area. As I watched through the tiny window in the door, the knot in my stomach churned as if I’d eaten one of my burnt muffins. Mary Jane stopped next to my gorgeous customer’s table and began chatting with another patron. She always had been a talker. She may be a good waitress, but when she got to talking...
     
    Mary Jane yakked away and the more I watched the hot food, the more I was sure it had turned cold. What good would cold food do? Oscar wouldn’t eat it or he’d possibly want to leave after taking one bite before getting any of the magic into his system.
     
    But with one little movement, cold food was the least of my worries.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    To my horror, Mary Jane set the plate with the magic-laced food down on his table. Not Oscar’s table, but the magnificent-looking man we’d been ogling from the kitchen since Mary Jane had not so subtly pointed him out.
     
    He looked up and thanked her. She waved off his comment and continued talking with the other customer, not even realizing she’d set the plate in front of the wrong person. A person who now thought he was getting his meal, the food he’d ordered, not someone else’s spell-spiked cheeseburger.
     
    What could I do? I frantically waved toward Mary Jane, but she didn’t as much as bat an eyelash in my direction. I’d kill her for this. With sweat forming on my brow and my heart thumping, I had to do something before it was too late. The handsome customer grabbed the burger and moved it toward his mouth. It was now or never. I couldn’t let him take someone else’s spell. What consequences would the wrong magic bring? I didn’t want to find out.
     
    I peeked out from around the swinging door. The hamburger moved to his lips, then he took a bite from the sandwich. One big chunk was already missing and ketchup oozed from the side.
     
    The pathway leading to his booth seemed as if it stretched on forever. In spite of the dread in the pit of my stomach, I