Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) Read Free Page A

a mistake. Rachel loved to gossip and it wouldn’t be long before she let this little cat out of the bag.
    “What’s his name?”
    Crap! She would have to ask. Therefore, Evangeline gave her the only name she had. “Angel.”
    “Angel?” Rachel laughed. “All right, Buffy. No wonder we never see you after the sun goes down. That‘s the only time your guy can come out and play.”
    “Don’t be silly. My Angel has blond hair and regular teeth.”
    “Well, that’s a relief. I mean, people talk. You are a little different, and you’re from New Orleans, and all. Tilda actually asked me if I thought you might be a witch. She said she saw you open a door one day without touching it.” Rachel was watching Evangeline so closely that she didn’t have a chance to monitor the expression on her face.
    She remembered the day, rushing to class, arms overloaded, not a gentleman in sight. Evangeline had glanced around, then surmising she was alone, she had mentally twisted the doorknob and opened the door, thus saving herself from having to dump everything on the floor. Tilda must have been behind her.
    “If she was close enough to see me do that, why didn’t she just help me with the door?” She had intended to come out of the broom closet with her friends eventually. However, she had planned to do it with a little more finesse and preplanning.
    Rachel’s mouth opened wide, and then she hooted! “I knew it! Those little flannel bags you carry, every other garment you own is black, and I told Larry that wasn’t a Star of David on that chain around your neck! Girlfriend, you have got to tell me everything!”
    Well, that wasn’t so hard. “Settle down, Rachel. I‘ll tell you what you want to know, just not right now. I have to get to class.”
    “When can we come over?” By ’we’, Evangeline knew she meant Tilda, Larry, Arnold and Jolene—all the ones she had bonded with in last year’s sculpting class. That was the class when she had made the discovery that sculpting was her thing—besides spell craft, that is. Evangeline could create beauty with her hands. The pieces that she sculpted seemed to have a life of their own. Dr. Frederick was so impressed he kept pushing her to do bigger and more detailed pieces. But as much as she enjoyed the release the sculpting gave her, what she longed for was Angel. As quickly as he came to mind, she pushed him out. Later, sweetheart.
    “I’m really busy, and you know I’m just not good at most social situations. It’s not that I don’t like all of you; it’s just that I’m not a party person. I’ll gladly meet all of you for coffee; somewhere, just tell me where and when.”
    “I don’t agree with you, I think you’re great. With you, I’ll take what I can get. Wait until I tell them the news, they’ll be thrilled to know our speculation was on the money. How’s your piece for your final grade coming along?” Evangeline pictured the piece of clay that was beginning to take on Angel’s shape.
    “Slow, but I enjoy working on it.”
    “I can’t wait to see what your perfect man looks like.”
    “Frankly, I can’t either.’ Evangeline confessed. Rachel ran off and Evangeline couldn’t help but smile. She had never tried to hide who she was, she just didn’t go around making street lights turn on or small rain clouds appear over guys who ogled her, although she could do both. It would probably be a relief to get to talk to someone about it all.
    Walking on to class, she let Angel come back to mind. Seeking out the identity of their lover was practically a female family tradition in the Beaureguarde clan. In addition to her grandfather Alcee being revealed to her grandmother, there had been her Aunt Elizabeth who had seen her husband Tom in a dream. Her own mother Aimee had gazed at the face of Evangeline’s dad in a bowl of spring water, sitting in her room on the night of her eighteenth birthday. The only difference was the faces they saw were familiar