Page 41 of Love Spells: And Other Non-Refundable Magic

I check the time. “I’m going back upstairs.”

“But you just got here.” Veronica pouts, then takes a sip of her drink.

“Hell gave me a forecast to fix before ten.”

Dani’s expression changes. “The holiday forecast?”

Veronica looks up from her drink, brows pulling together. “Why are you fixing that?”

“Because apparently I have angered someone in a past life and a love curse is not enough, so I have to be cursed in every aspect of my life.”

“Okay, but why are you fixing it? Just send it back to Mike and he’ll fix it for you.”

I shrug. “I already know what’s wrong with it. It’s an easy fix.”

“And you know that because?”

“I looked at it?”

Dani stares at me for a second, then glances at Veronica. It’s one of those looks, the ones they use to communicate silently between each other.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Veronica says.

“That wasn’t nothing.”

Dani opens her mouth, but her eyes shift past my shoulder. Then her expression changes again. “Oh, no.”

I know that particular tone in her voice. I’ve heard it too many times this week, unfortunately for me.

“No.”

Veronica looks behind my shoulder, too, then snickers under her breath. The corner of her mouth lifts, then she starts taking a step back and away from me.

“Guys, please.”

“Merryweather.”

My shoulders tighten. Phillip Briarwood is walking toward us with a coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, looking irritatingly put together for someone who presumably also had to wake up this morning.

I turn to face him. “Good morning, sir.”

He smiles at me, and Dani suddenly becomes very interested in her phone. Veronica doesn’t even bother pretending, and instead is watching with rapt attention at whatever the fuck is about to happen.

I hate my friends.

“Do you have a minute?” Phillip asks.

There it is again.

I look at Dani, but she refuses to look up.

“Sure.”

“Great.”

Phillip steps slightly away from the café traffic, and I follow him because apparently this is something we do now.