A Witch's Love Read Free

her shoulder as her green eyes narrowed—appearing hungry for more information.
    “Oh, yeah. Hmm, what was his name?” Thea winked, making her question that much more aggravating. Her striking blue eyes seemed to look right through her. She brushed her light blond hair over her shoulders, waiting for Ava to answer.
    “His name is Lucas Grant, and he happens to be a gentleman unlike my manager!” Ava exclaimed. That statement got Maeve’s attention. Her light brown hair seemed to turn gray right before Ava’s eyes.
    “What do you mean? What happened?” Maeve’s voice held an edge that meant trouble. She removed her black reading glasses that sat on the tip of her nose and just about dropped them on the table.
    Ava sighed. She should have known this would happen. Privacy in this house was lacking to be sure. She described the ordeal to them and even included the fact that she’d invited Lucas to Cara’s party.
    “What! Ava, you should be careful. Mark could come after you again.” Fear laced Cara’s tone. Her hazel eyes were like saucers, her palms spread wide on the table. So she wouldn’t nick her freshly painted nails, or to steady her nerves?
    “The cops arrested him for assault and disorderly conduct. Oh, and surprise, surprise, he was fired. I’m not worried about him anymore.” Ava stroked Cara’s shoulder. The last thing she wanted was her sisters to worry about her.
    Ella chimed in again. “Forget about Mark. Right now you need to decide what to wear to Cara’s party. You only have a few days to pick out the perfect outfit.”
    Ava shrugged. “I’m actually seeing Lucas tomorrow. We’re, ah, going running.”
    “What!” All four women looked at her with different expressions. Ella’s eyebrows raised as Cara’s mouth fell open.
    Should she be amused that they all made the same comment at the same time, or angry that they didn’t think she should see him in the morning? “What? I can go to a party with him, but not running?”
    “Not on a first date!” Thea roared. Her light blue eyes turned to ice as the shock washed over her.
    “It’s not a date!” Ava declared, leaning back against the chair. “We’re just meeting up to share a mutual interest.”
    “Oh, it is, too a date.” Cara said, sounding appalled as she twirled her dirty blond hair between her fingers.
    “Never mind the party; we have to find you something to wear for your run!” Ella moved toward her and grabbed her hand.
    “Girls, leave Ava alone. Let her be. I’m sure she knows what she is doing,” Maeve interjected, making the sisters pause.
    At least Maeve understood. Maeve waved a hand in the air. “If she wants to get all hot and sweaty with him on a first date, that’s her choice.”
    Ava gave Maeve, her best ‘exasperated’ look. That was not what she’d intended at all. It was not as if they were going to . . . not that she didn’t want to, but for heaven sakes, she barely knew the man.
    “Come on, Ava, let them have their fun. That’s what sisters are for!” Maeve chortled.
    Feeling outnumbered on the topic, she followed her sisters to her bedroom.
    Her pale blue walls, lovely crystal chandelier, and queen-sized bed did little to brighten her mood. She grabbed a pillow and made herself comfortable on her white cotton linens, hoping the stress of the day would ease out of her muscles as her sister ravaged her closet.
    The double doors to her closet still didn’t seem big enough for all three of them. She watched for a minute as they bumped and shoved into each other. She felt a smile forming as her eyes closed. She concentrated on blocking out the squeals of excitement but when she heard the first “That’s not short enough,” she couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. She knew then she wasn’t going to sleep, for the night had just begun.
    Lucas didn’t like complications in his life—and Ava complicated with a capital ‘C.’ He loved the freedom of coming and going when he pleased,