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    “The spell is not legit,” Angelina mumbled. “And even if it is, he is not my true love, Maddie. He just can’t be.”
    Maddie laughed quietly. “Oh ye of little magical faith. I haven’t seen you that fired up in a long time. Sparks were flying .”
    “That wasn’t sparks. That was intense rage.”
    A customer asked for help with a fiddle, and Maddie promised she’d be right with him.
    “It was good to get a glimpse of the old Angelina Clark. I’ve missed her. Now go talk to him and put him out of his misery.”
    Maddie went to help the customer while Angelina tried to gather the nerve to go talk to the nosy reporter. Dylan was still sitting at the table next to the window with his eyes glued to his phone. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Angelina slowly walked toward him. He looked up, gave her a guilty smile, and shoved his phone into his pocket.
    “Hey.”
    “Hi.” Angelina glanced over her shoulder and found Maddie smiling in encouragement. Shaking her head, she turned her attention back to the infuriating man. “I was wondering if you were hungry.”
    Dylan looked surprised. “Hungry?”
    Angelina nodded. “I thought we could grab something to eat at the coffee shop next door. They have great sandwiches and the best tea in Maple Ridge—if you like tea. If not they have coffee or soft drinks or . . .”
    She was rambling, but he was staring up at her with those brown eyes, and for some reason, they were deeper and darker in the daylight.
    Dylan smiled and quickly jumped to his feet.
    “Lunch sounds great,” he said.
     

 
    Dylan couldn’t believe she’d invited him to lunch. He knew it was nothing more than a peace offering at her best friend’s insistence, but he’d gladly take it.
    The weather was nice, so they chose a table out on the sidewalk. Dylan ordered a turkey club while she chose the roast beef. They didn’t say a word throughout most of the meal, but more than once, he caught himself watching her. Everything about her fascinated him, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was supposedly a witch. It was the subtle things. Like the passion in her eyes when she was angry, or the shape of her ass in those jeans.
    “You look a little dazed,” Angelina muttered.
    I am.
    “And you’re staring.”
    Dylan cleared this throat. “Sorry.”
    Before long, the food was gone, and there was nothing else to do but talk.
    Angelina sighed. “Listen, Dylan. I’m sorry about the gun.”
    She actually sounded sincere, so he decided to play nice, too.
    “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced.”
    “It wasn’t loaded,” Angelina said, much to his surprise. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have a bit of a temper.”
    He grinned. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”
    Angelina fidgeted uncomfortably and gazed out at the street. Dylan knew he had to gain her trust if he had any hopes of getting his article written. He wasn’t good at chitchat, but he needed to keep her talking.
    “Did you always want to work in a music shop?”
    “Not always. Growing up, I wanted to be a doctor.”
    “Oh?” That wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all. “Are you still interested in medicine?”
    “No.”
    Her voice was firm and resolute, which assured Dylan there was a story there. However, he was smart enough to realize that now was not the time to dig too deeply.
    Angelina looked at him. “What about you? Did you always want to be a journalist?”
    “I always wanted to be a writer, but not necessarily for a magazine. It just kind of fell into my lap.”
    Actually, his journalism professor had called in a favor. Being an editor for his university newspaper hadn’t opened a lot of doors for the recent college graduate. Dylan had planned to start at one of the local Nashville papers and maybe do some freelance on the side. Instead, he was writing for a lifestyle magazine called Hidden Gems , a publication devoted to finding Tennessee’s secret