“Maybe that’s a sign.”
Her brows lifted. “I’d like to think so. But….”
The words trailed off, and she sipped some more wine. However, Jake guessed she was thinking that the situation with the Freeman witches’ spell probably wouldn’t be solved quite so easily. He didn’t say anything, however, because with the way they were packed in at the bar, with another couple less than a foot away from where they perched on their barstools, it wasn’t the sort of setup where they could share confidences about magic and spells.
In a way, that was better. They could chat instead about dinner the next night at his parents’ house, and about the big potluck at Connor and Angela’s place on Christmas Day, and about the outing they had planned with Jeremy and Sloane to drive out to Winslow and have dinner at
