Bewitching You Read Free

matched up. Everything.
    She’s the one. Go to her.
    He sucked in a gulp of humid air overfilling his lungs.
    Go to her? Where the hell had that thought come from? He swiped a hand across his sweat-soaked forehead. Shit. He was losing his goddamned mind. That, or the blazing sun was playing tricks on him.
    “Sorry,” he called out, but his shaky voice didn’t carry far. “I can’t.” He cleared his throat and tried harder. “I have to go.” And stop talking to a fucking hallucination.
    Determined to save face with reality, he planted his feet on his pedals and launched forward. Aching legs be damned. He was getting the hell out of there and finding his way home.
    Going insane was not part of the plan.
    ~ * ~
    Sofia shut the door behind her and leaned against it, her legs wobbly and her throat tight.
    “Was it really him, dear? You don’t know for sure,” Nana said from her chair.
    “He looked just like him.” Sofia sank down onto her bottom and pressed her forehead to her knees. Nana’s cat, Sam, rubbed against her leg and purred. “But he didn’t act like him. He seemed horrified of me. He sped away before I could even talk to him.”
    “You called his name.” Nana stood and ambled toward Sofia. Her pink polyester pants scraped together as she crossed the floor. Nana was a plump woman. More for hugging, she always said. Sofia had agreed.
    “I did call his name, didn’t I?” Sofia moaned and slapped her palm to her forehead. “Just brilliant.”
    Nana sighed and carefully sat next to Sam on the hard floor. “You must remember that most people don’t share our gifts. Or at least, they don’t realize they do.” She patted Sofia’s leg and then ran her fingers down Sam’s tawny fur coat.
    “I know, Nana. I was so excited, though. I half-expected him to run to me and pull me into his arms.”
    “Ah, yes, but he doesn’t know you like you know him.”
    “Do you think it’s over? Did I ruin my chance at love?” Cold panic had her thinking dire thoughts. Not being the perfect weight herself, why would an attractive man like Gray stop to talk to her long enough to show him how compatible they were? She really needed to start that diet her mom had told her about.
    “No, no, dear,” Nana said in a comforting tone. “I hardly think that’s possible. This simply wasn’t the right time. Not yet.”
    Sofia groaned. Twenty-four years without the love or touch of a man was too long, and Gray Phillips was the only man she wanted. She may have scared him away this time, but next time he was going to fall in love with her. Just like in her dreams.
    Fate had plans for them.
    ~ * ~
    “This one’s called white chocolate raspberry,” Nora Spencer said as she held up the bite of cake to Rachel’s mouth.
    Rachel sighed louder than she’d intended. Planning a wedding with her mother wasn’t as fun as she’d thought it would be.
    “Grayson’s allergic to chocolate products, Mom. I thought I told you that.” Several times .
    Nora rolled her eyes and dropped the fork onto her plate. “But it’s white, and it’s delicious. What could the harm be? The guests will love it.”
    “Yes, but my husband will break out in hives, stop breathing, and die on our wedding night.” Okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but the horrified look on her mother’s face was priceless.
    “ Really ? He’s that sensitive?”
    Rachel frowned and shrugged. “I don’t actually know what happens to him, but I don't want to find out on my wedding day, okay?”
    Her mother flipped her auburn hair and turned to the baker. “Can we get rid of all the chocolate products, please? My daughter thinks her fiancé is allergic.”
    Rachel ignored her condescending tone. So, I don’t know all about my future husband’s allergies . So what? That was the least of her worries.
      The truth was, there were times she wondered if she really wanted to marry Grayson. The thought was silly, she knew. Any woman could see he was the perfect man.