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spell so I could win the dare. “Here!” I commanded the package from the trash. It appeared in my hands. “There,” I commanded again and ran in the rain toward Fourth Street, away from the park.
    “Shit!” I heard a man’s voice scream from behind me. “Shit! Wait! You! Stop!”
    I knew he was talking about me and I knew it was Mick. I didn’t turn around. I gripped the package nearly dropping it when Vinnie skidded in a puddle of water in front of me coming to a complete halt. The water drenched me. The door flew open.
    “Get in,” Vinnie commanded. “Maggie, get in.”
    My heart was pumping inside my chest. My breathing rang in my ears like gongs. I brushed my forearm over my eyes to try to dry the rain from them so I could see. I ran around to the driver’s side door.
    “I said to stop!” Mick screamed, running faster toward me and getting closer.
    “Come on,” Vinnie pleaded with me. “Not our circus.”
    “And I’m not a monkey,” I quipped with one last look over my shoulder at Mick before scanning the park one last time for the kitty cat.
    I threw the package in my car and planted both hands on top of the roof, peering over the top at Mick. The raindrops pinged the top of Vinnie. Mick scooted to a stop. His chest heaved up and down. His shirt soaked wet to his body, outlining his muscular chest. My breath caught as I scanned down his drenched form. There was a gun holster strapped around his waist. His hand rested on the gun nestled up against his hip.
    “You again,” his voice penetrated the space between us like the thunder above our heads. He ran his hand through his wet hair. “You are everywhere.” He let out a deep sigh, putting his hand back on his gun. “Where is the package? Give me the package.” He stretched out his hand.
    With another clap of thunder, I disappeared inside Vinnie. The door slammed behind me. The tires squealed from underneath me.
    I turned around in the seat and watched out the back window as Mick ran after me as fast as he could. His gun was still in his holster.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Within seconds, Vinnie had me back on the corner of Second Street and Magnolia at The Derby. It was time to confess I had not completed the dare.
    “Maggie.” The locks on the door clicked.
    “Vinnie, did you just lock me in the car?” I asked grabbing the door handle and pushing against the door. 
    “I don’t have a good feeling about this package.”
    Vinnie reminded me of the package I had taken from the trash. The package the guy I had accidentally turned into the cat had put there. But my mind was on Mick and the spell I had put on the wrong guy.
    “I’m sure it’s nothing.” I glanced at the floorboard of the passenger side where the package had landed when I threw it in. It was wrapped up in a paper sack, like it was going to be mailed. There wasn’t any writing on it. Just a small package.
    I reached out to grab the package, but pulled away when I noticed the dried coffee stain on it. It was the same package from this morning. It wouldn’t hurt to see what was inside. Maybe it wasn’t my business. But maybe it was. The package was at the diner this morning. I did spill coffee all over it. And now it was in my car.
    “Why would that man throw the package in the dumpster? Did he know he was morphing?” Vinnie asked a good question I didn’t have the answer to.
    “So what.” I shrugged and tugged on the locked door again, not letting his nagging tug at my gut. It was all behind me and I was going to let it stay there. I could easily erase Mick’s memory of the event ever occurring. “It was a simple dare to turn a guy into a cat for an hour. I don’t care what the two men had to do with each other and nor should you.”
    “Who are you kidding?” Vinnie laughed. “You are the nosiest witch I have ever met.”
    “I’m not nosy.” Mrs. Hubbard popped into my mind. “I’m curious,” I said to justify what I was about to do.
    I reached down and