Something Magical (Witches of Hawthorne Grove Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

cloth-draped table, sipping a mocha crème latte for a different reason.
    “Are you sure this whole lack of sleep thing is about Daniel? I mean, come on, Kaylee. It's been two years. You're concerned he's making you lose sleep again, but I know you. You're not the type to let a guy make you tuck tail and run—or hide,” she told her sister. “Besides, dreaming about him doesn't necessarily mean you're thinking about or worrying about him in particular. Maybe your dreams are trying to tell you it's time you moved on. Time you let yourself find a man, and get into a relationship again. Have some fun for a change!”
    She sat her cup on the table, leaned back in her chair, and looked her sister straight in the eye. Then, her eyes narrowed. “Oh, my God. That's it, isn't it? There's a guy ! You've met someone who makes you think about getting serious again, and … Kaylee Dean, you've been holding out on me, haven't you?”
    Lifting the steaming cup to her lips, Kaylee almost felt guilty.
    “There's no guy,” she said, but she could feel the heat of a blush stealing its way up her neck to her cheeks. “I mean, there was a guy. I ran into him. Or, rather, he ran into me. But that's not important. It's just—coincidence.”
    Her sister was still peering at her through narrowed eyelids. “What coincidence?”
    Kaylee shrugged. “Remember last weekend when I promised Mindy I'd go to the antique place for her?”
    Jo nodded. “The snow globe place? Yeah, you told me about it. Or I thought you had, but obviously you left out all the important bits.”
    There was a not-so-subtle hint of accusation in her tone that made Kaylee want to wince.
    “No, I didn't. Having a guy in a dark gray bomber jacket almost run me over on the sidewalk was nothing. It was—” she shrugged. “It was just one of those things. But then he showed up at the shelter, and—”
    “And you freaked,” her sister filled in for her.
    “I did not freak.” Feeling defensive now, Kaylee broke eye contact and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
    “I just … turned him down. For coffee. Which we are having now,” she said, lifting her cup once more.
    Jo's eyebrows shot upward. “He asked you out? Wait a minute.”
    Leaning forward, she took Kaylee's cup from her and sat it aside before taking both her sister's hands in her own. “Let me make sure I get this straight. A guy almost knocks you off your feet at the antique shop, then he shows up at the shelter and asks you out. And you said no.”
    Kaylee nodded, but her sister clearly did not understand.
    “Why? Was he butt-ugly or something?”
    “No.” Kaylee felt her nose crinkle, adding strength to her denial, and dropped back in her chair with a sigh. “He was actually quite handsome, especially after … ”
    Realizing that she was about to reveal she had noticed a lot more about the guy than she cared to admit, Kaylee broke off with a shrug. “He looked decent enough, Jo. But he has nothing to do with my having gotten a total of four hours sleep every night since the day we ran into each other at Seville's.”
    “But what if he does?” Jo suggested, giving her fingers a little squeeze of encouragement. “What if you met this guy and your subconscious realized you liked him? What if, deep down, you wondered if it was okay to have a man in your life again, okay to trust a man again, and your dreams are just an extension of that, hmm?”
    “What if it remembered what happened last time and dredged up scenarios from my past to present to me in my sleep as a warning against it?” Kaylee offered wryly, pulling her fingers out of her sister's grasp.
    Jo's head dropped back and she closed her eyes. When she raised her head again, it was to glare in annoyance at her sister. “You're impossible sometimes, you know?”
    “Mmm,” Kaylee mumbled in agreement around her last swallow of coffee. “And sleepy. I think it's time I headed home. Thanks for the latte, Jo, and the chat. Next time, I'll