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but it seemed better to Kenna than angry, so she was embracing flippant. “Lizzie definitely got the good end of this deal,” she muttered.
    “Pregnancy is hard enough without magic to worry about. I know. Especially for you, being…”
    “Single? Unwed? Knocked up with no dad in the picture? Yes, that sucks.” Kenna wasn’t about to argue. “But it’s not like I didn’t have sex. I’m shocked, you’re shocked. Hell, Brian, remarried with two kids, would be floored. But it’s not actually that surprising. Women get pregnant all the time. Even the unwed, previously barren variety. Right?”
    Kenna could feel her blood pressure rising.
    “You can do this. You’re ready to be a mom. Even if you don’t realize it yourself yet, you’re ready.” Her mom’s soft, sympathetic gaze met Kenna’s eyes. “And I’m here to help you.”
    “Thanks, Mom. I can’t really think about the specifics right now. It’s too soon. Too much.” Kenna let out a ragged breath. “So how does a pregnant witch keep her magic to herself? From escaping into the environment?” She was not using the word leak. The bodily fluid overtones were too much for her. Undignified, disgusting, and just ew.
    “Practice lighting a candle. Then we’ll have you alter the temperature of various items. Air is fun.” Her mom grinned and her eyes twinkled mischievously. “You can move air by changing the temperature rapidly—and small objects.”
    “If I was a little boy, I could see how flipping up skirts might be fun. But as it is, I’m not seeing the appeal. Sorry.”
    Seeing a playful side to her mother that was so at odds with her practical, common-sense approach to life was bizarre. But it was good. Yeah, it was cool.
    “In any event, once you have some predictable skills, you can channel your magic appropriately in moments of stress. Voila, no leaky magic.”
    Simple enough. Use it before it escapes. It seemed like actually keeping it locked up in its little—extremely hard to find—vault would be a better solution, but her mom was the expert.
    “And in the interim, I try to find the invisible box that holds my magic. I mean, you can control when you access your magic, right? It’s not like your random thoughts bear fiery fruit when you least expect it. I lived with you for years. That you couldn’t have hid.”
    “Yes.” Her mom nodded. “I know what my magic feels like, how to wake it up, how to intentionally use it.” She smiled. “And you will, too, with some time and practice.”
    “So your sister Ginny. Any more shocking news on that front?”
    “How about we save that for another day? You’re looking tired. We’ll chat before my trip on Tuesday. Why don’t you take a nap; you’ve had quite a day.” Her mom glanced out the kitchen window. “It’s beautiful outside. Maybe you could sit on the deck for a bit and enjoy the little cool front we’re having.”
    Her mom was right. Kenna was wrecked. She needed to get some sleep or go and quietly cry some more in her room. Either way.
    “Sure. Let me grab my keys and I’ll drive you home.”

Chapter 3
    After a long nap on the deck wrapped in a lightweight cotton blanket, Kenna did feel better. Her mom had been right. But she needed to talk to someone about the mess that her life was in. If she sat in her house by herself, she’d brood—which would most definitely lead to tears. And she was damn well done with tears. Going out? Not an option.
    Since she typically discussed life drama and magic with Lizzie—and she couldn’t face Lizzie yet—that left only Jack. He was the only other person who was in on the big secret that consumed most of her life these days. He’d been pulled in when she’d asked him to do some investigating into Lizzie’s disappearance a few months ago. And besides the complications of magic, Jack just understood her. She picked up her phone and dialed his number.
    Kenna propped her cell on the kitchen table and tapped the speaker button.