Nick paused, wondering if he should make a dash for his SUV and get off this mountain while he still could. But something made him sit.
“So,” he took a deep breath, as if he was about to set foot on some strange new world he didn’t understand. “Witch?”
She twisted sideways, managing to sit gracefully on the blanket without spilling a drop of champagne. He was beginning to wonder if she had faked being tipsy.
“Remember, I said not in the ‘double, double toil and trouble’ kind of way.”
“So, no cauldrons or eye-of-newt things going on?”
“Well, actually, the old cauldron you see in the front yard of a lot of Southern homes used to mean there was a Granny Witch in the house, but—”
“Don’t you have one of those in your garden? Full of flowers?”
She smiled. “You noticed! Yes. Like that. But
