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There’s too much on my mind. But sure, it sounds nice. It will be a nice change.”
    “Well good for you. I’m glad you guys are together. Even if you have less and less time for your best friend.”
    Evie reached a hand across the table and placed it on Quinn’s. She smiled warmly. “You’re always going to be my best friend. No matter what. We will always be close.”
    “Promise?”
    Evie nodded.
    “Good,” Quinn said. “Or else I’d have to move Wendy up to best friend…and she’s nowhere as cute as you are.”
    Evie laughed. Her smile faded as she sat back in her chair.
    She watched the musician leave the short hallway that led to the bathroom and enter the main room. He paused a moment and looked around the room. When he saw her his eyes brightened, and he started to head their way.
    Evie sat up straight, praying that she could keep calm and act as though everything was still normal. Quinn saw her expression and glanced over her shoulder.
    “He’s coming,” she said.
    “I know,” Evie said, barely moving her lips.
    She watched him come to their table and pull a chair out for himself.
    Evie’s face flushed as she watched him sit next to her.
    Both girls were silent as he sat back and draped an arm around the back of his seat.
    There was an awkward silence for a moment.
    He looked at both of them and sat up quickly as if he hadn’t noticed them sitting there until now.
    “Excuse my manners,” he said. He reached a hand out to Quinn. “I’m Avalon. Nice to meet you.”
    He had an accent, a sexy one that made Quinn perk up. Even Evie sat up a little straighter.
    Quinn shook his hand. “Quinn. Nice to meet you too.”
    When Avalon reached out to Evie she shook his hand as well, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. Along with the warmth, she felt a slight electric pulse run up her wrist and arm.
    She gasped.
    He was a wizard.
    A quite powerful one.
    She could tell the instant they touched.
    Wes called it a gift. He couldn’t do it. He could do other things, but always said that she was lucky to know what kind of beings existed around her. As a child, Evie looked up to Wes. They’d play games that strengthened Evie’s powers. Mental games mostly.
    She missed those days.
    Evie examined Avalon from the shiny red hair on his head, to his expensive black shoes.
    Being a wizard explained why she couldn’t read Avalon earlier. His form of power must have prevented it.
    And by the shoes on his feet he wasn’t just a guitar player.
    She swallowed when he caught her checking him out.
    “I’m Evie…short for Evelyse.”
    “Lovely name for a beautiful lass,” he said, and settled back in his chair once again. “Do you mind if I sit with you ladies for a bit? I find myself all alone on a Friday night, and you two seem like nice normal girls.”
    Normal? I wish.
    Evie faked a smile.
    “You’re new to town,” Quinn said. “Where are you from?”
    “Woodland Creek,” Avalon replied.
    They both stared at him, neither believing his story.
    “Oh,” Quinn said. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s with the accent?”
    Avalon tilted his head and nodded, a lock of his hair falling into his eyes. He racked his hair back. “Aye. I was shipped off to boarding school in Scotland when I was a lad.”
    Quinn peered at him, clearly still suspicious of his story. “What brings you back?”
    He rubbed his chin. “Good question. A little business. A little pleasure.”
    Quinn grinned. “Come to charm innocent Midwestern girls with your Scottish accent and guitar?”
    He chuckled at that. “Not really.” He gave Evie a sidelong glance, making her subconscious of her white lock of hair. “I’ve come to bury my father, and see an old mate.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that,” Evie said.
    “Who?”
    Evie folded her hands in her lap, eager to hear his answer to Quinn’s question.
    One of the girls from Evie’s Asian history class stepped over. “Hi,” she said.
    Avalon looked up at her from his