“Fine, you can do the spell.”
She jumped up, and I nearly lost my breath at the smile on her face. Shit, she was so beautiful.
“Great. You stay here, and I’ll get it all ready. Don’t move!”
I let out a grunt. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My phone was sitting on the table next to me, so I picked it up and sent off a text to Manny to see how the dig was going. With winter approaching, we really needed to get as much work done as we could. Not to mention, the city wanted to build a park there and was on its own timeline.
Me: How are things going?
Manny: Good. Found some more artifacts. Don’t worry, we’re cataloging them and taking great care with each one. How are you feeling?
Me: Just a bit sore. I plan on being there tomorrow if I can get a good night’s sleep and it doesn’t feel like someone is stabbing me in my ribs.
Manny: LOL. Don’t worry, Lucas. We’ve got this. I won’t let you down.
Smiling, I looked into the dining room, to see Hollie busy with whatever the hell she was doing.
Me: I know you won’t. Thanks, Manny. See you soon.
Taking another look to see Hollie still busy, I sent Shawn a text.
Me: Hollie seems to think she’s the reason for my bout of bad luck.
It didn’t take Shawn long to reply. My phone beeped less than a minute later.
Shawn: Why in the world would she think that?
Me: Ready for this?
Shawn: I’m not sure, but hit me.
Me: She said she put a spell on me.
My phone rang.
“Hey.”
“Did I read that right? Hollie Craft thinks she put a spell on you? Did she hit her head or something?” asked Shawn.
I chuckled, then stopped when the pain shot through my side. “I’m not sure about that.”
“I know her sister and aunt are into that, but where did she come up with that?”
“I can’t say.”
There was a moment of silence. “Dude, is she there with you now? Are you home?”
“I’m home. My mother wasn’t able to help with that, so Hollie gave me a ride home.”
“Hollie brought you home? How in the hell did that happen?”
“I can’t comment on that right now, but I can get back to you on it.”
“When did you get home?”
I glanced at the time on my phone. “Maybe an hour or less.”