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until she was finished with the customer, fixed a self-deprecating smile in place, and approached the counter. “I wonder if you’ve got a handy spell for getting my foot out of my mouth.”
    “Oh, I think you can manage that on your own.” Ordinarily she would have dismissed him, but there must be some reason she’d been drawn across the shop to him. Morgana didn’t believe in accidents. Anyway, she decided, any man with such soft brown eyes couldn’t be a complete jerk. “I’m afraid your timing’s poor, Nash. We’re very busy this morning.”
    “You close at six. How about if I come back then? I’ll buy you a drink, dinner?”
    Her impulse to refuse was automatic. She would have preferred to meditate on it or study her scrying ball.Before she could speak, the cat leapt onto the counter, clearing the four feet in that weightless soar felines accomplish so easily. Nash reached out absently to scratch the cat’s head. Rather than walking off, insulted, or spitting bad-temperedly, as was her habit with strangers, the white cat arched sinuously under the stroking hand. Her amber eyes slitted and stared into Morgana’s.
    “You seem to have Luna’s approval,” Morgana muttered. “Six o’clock, then,” she said as the cat began to purr lustily. “And I’ll decide what to do about you.”
    “Fair enough.” Nash gave Luna one last long stroke, then strolled out.
    Frowning, Morgana leaned down until her eyes were level with the cat’s. “You’d better know what you’re about.”
    Luna merely shifted her not-inconsiderable weight and began to wash herself.
    *  *  *
    Morgana didn’t have much time to think about Nash. Because she was a woman who was always at war with her impulsive nature, she would have preferred a quiet hour to mull over how best to deal with him. With her hands and mind busy with a flood of customers, Morgana reminded herself that she would have no trouble handling a cocksure storyteller with puppy-dog eyes.
    “Wow.” Mindy, the lavishly built blonde Nash had admired, plopped down on a stool behind the counter. “We haven’t seen a crowd like that since before Christmas.”
    “I think we’re going to have full Saturdays throughout the month.”
    Grinning, Mindy pulled a stick of gum out of the hip pocket of her snug jumpsuit. “Did you cast a money spell?”
    Morgana arranged a glass castle to her liking before responding. “The stars are in an excellent position for business.” She smiled. “Plus the fact that our new window display is fabulous. You can go on home, Mindy. I’ll total out and lock up.”
    “I’ll take you up on it.” She slid sinuously off the stool to stretch, then lifted both darkened brows. “My, oh, my . . . look at this. Tall, tanned, and tasty.”
    Morgana glanced over and spotted Nash through the front window. He’d had more luck with parking this time, and was unfolding himself from the front seat of his convertible.
    “Down, girl.” Chuckling, Morgana shook her head. “Men like that break hearts without spilling a drop of blood.”
    “That’s okay. I haven’t had my heart broken in days. Let’s see . . .” She took a swift and deadly accuratesurvey. “Six foot, a hundred and sixty gorgeous pounds. The casual type—maybe just a tad intellectual. Likes the outdoors, but doesn’t overdo it. Just a few scattered sun streaks through the hair, and a reasonable tan. Good facial bones—he’ll hold up with age. Then there’s that yummy mouth.”
    “Fortunately I know you, and understand you actually do think more of men than you do puppies in a pet-store window.”
    With a chuckle, Mindy fluffed her hair. “Oh, I think more of them, all right. A whole lot more.” As the door opened, Mindy shifted position so that her body seemed about to burst out of the jumpsuit. “Hello, handsome. Want to buy a little magic?”
    Always ready to accommodate a willing woman, Nash flashed her a grin. “What do you