"As I said, this was last minute. Let's plan something for next weekend?"

Yay! I couldn't stop my heart from pounding, even though I knew this complicated everything. "Yes. Next weekend is...um...perfect."

We talked for a few more minutes about nothing in particular, but it was still nice. I loved that he'd taken the time to call, to check in, and yeah, to ask me out. When we hung up, some of my bad mood had evaporated. Funny, how a ten-minute chat with Ethan could make that happen.

When the phone rang again, I thought maybe-just maybe-it was him calling back to see if I was busy the next day. Sadly, it wasn't. Rather, it was my brother Scot, who claimed he wanted to know how I was feeling. But he hemmed and hawed so much that I realized there was something he wasn't saying.

"Okay, what's going on, Scot?" I picked up the broken pencil pieces and my sketchpad as I talked.

"What do you mean?"

"Is there something else you need?"

"Not really. I...I was wondering how last weekend went. With Chloe and Kyle." The stress in his voice should have tipped me off. It didn't.

"Interesting. A little weird. Why?"

"Weird how? Did...uh...something happen with Chloe?" When I didn't answer, he exhaled. Loudly. "Is Chloe dating him again?"

And that was when I got it. "You like her, don't you?"

He cleared his throat, as if something th.o.r.n.y was stuck in it. "Like Chloe? Of course I like her."

"Come on, bro-you know what I mean." Why hadn't I seen this before?

"It's not like I'm in love with her or anything. I just want to make sure she doesn't get hurt again."

"Oh, Scot. She thinks of you like a brother."

"It's not like it's a huge deal. Look, I need to go. Do me a favor and make sure she's okay. Please?"

After promising I would, we hung up. Was Chloe the reason Scot had never gotten serious with anyone? Maybe, but I hoped not. She'd put him in the family category a long time ago, and I didn't think that status was likely to change.

I was still mulling it over when my sister and grandmother arrived. We took our positions in the living room and I caught them up to speed on the cookout happenings. When I finished speaking, I could almost see the wheels turning in Grandma Verda's head.

"There has to be a reason you haven't been able to use your magic while drawing," she said. "We're missing something."

"I know. But I don't know what."

"Never mind that for now." My sister grabbed my sketchpad and flipped to the page of the beach drawing. "How closely does Kyle's scar match this one?"

I brought the image of Kyle's shoulder back to mind. "I don't know. It's really close, but it's not like I took a picture."

"Maybe you should have," Grandma Verda pointed out. "Because then you might not be so worried. And why didn't you dump something on Ethan's head? It would've been easy!"

"It didn't seem the appropriate thing to do. That's why." This wasn't the complete truth. To be honest, I wasn't ready to see his shoulder. Because if he didn't have a scar, I'd have to turn away. And that was something I wasn't ready to contemplate.

"It might not be Kyle or Ethan. You've thought of that, haven't you?" my sister asked. "It could be someone else entirely. I thought the plan was determining if Ethan or Kyle could be your soul mate, and then going from there."

"Which is why you should have gotten Ethan's shirt off," said Grandma.

"Okay, Grandma. I think you've made your point."

"I'm just saying..."

I held my hands up. "So what am I going to do?"

"Well. Since the magic doesn't seem to be working, it's time to be more practical. You need to be out there meeting other men. Just in case. I have the perfect idea too." Coming from my grandmother, that didn't exactly fill me with confidence.

"I thought you were sure Ethan was the man."

She leaned forward, her pale blue eyes serious. "I still think he's a likely candidate, but you need to expand your horizons. There're a lot of men in this world to choose from."

"She's right. As much as I hate to admit it." Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip. "Maybe you should do one of those online dating things! In your profile, just write down that scars turn you on. I bet you'd get tons of responses!"

Before I could voice how very much I disliked that idea, Chloe showed up. When I let her in, the first thing she did was hug me. Stupidly, I a.s.sumed this meant everything was okay between us. So I hugged her back. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. But that's not why I came over." She pulled away. When she saw my grandmother and sister hanging out in the living room, she frowned. "Let's go to your bedroom to talk. There are some things I need to say, and I'd rather do it privately."

Rather than argue, I followed her to my room. "So, why are you here?"

She pulled herself up straight and focused on me. "I don't understand why you haven't called Kyle-or even Shelby, so she can set up a date. Or something. This is driving me crazy, Alice. I need to know," she blurted.

Oh, no. "Have you fallen for him again? This is the guy who completely broke your heart!" I reminded her.

Unshed tears glistened in her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe. And I know you don't understand it."

"Then explain it."

"He was just there, Alice. No matter what c.r.a.ppy thing happened, he was there." She blinked. "Remember the summer before our senior year? Your family went on that month-long vacation to Europe?"

"Of course I remember; you were supposed to go with us."

"Right, and I got sick. Pneumonia. I couldn't go. Kyle knew how b.u.mmed I was." She paused, as if bringing the memory back. "He planned pretend vacations for me. Every day was a new one. He'd bring these crazy decorations over and he'd tell me we were in Milan, or London, or wherever." Lifting her chin, she focused on me. "It probably sounds silly, but it wasn't to me."

"I don't think it's silly at all." I understood so much more now. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

She shrugged. "I didn't want you to know how b.u.mmed I was."

"He still broke your heart," I pointed out. "He continued to make plans with you, even after he started dating Shelby."

"You're right. But I can't forget that summer, or how sweet he was. So yes, I might be falling for him again, but I can't do anything even if I have. Because if I start dating him again, only to find out he's supposed to be with you..." She fisted her hands. "That would just be too hard. So you need to move ahead like you promised."

Why the h.e.l.l had I made that promise? "I don't feel anything for Kyle, so how can he be the right man? And if you think he's right for you, don't wait for me, Chloe. Go for it."

"I can't. It would hurt too much later. He's calling me every day. How can I keep saying no to him when I want to say yes? I can't avoid him forever." She paused while she gathered her thoughts. "This is your thing. You need to figure it out."

"I'm trying. That's why Grandma Verda and Elizabeth are here. To help me."

Temper darkened her eyes. "Why can't you use your magic to find out? It doesn't make any sense."

"It's not that easy," I reminded her. "A bunch of stuff I've tried hasn't worked."

"But why not? You're probably doing it wrong. It seems pretty simple to me. You make a wish, and then it comes true. It can't be that difficult!"

My anxiety turned into frustration. "I wish you had the magic, Chloe, so you could see how difficult it is for yourself."

"Yeah, I wish I had it too. Because I bet I'd be able to get to the bottom of this."

"Right. It should be a friggin' cakewalk." I rubbed my arms to chase away the goose b.u.mps that had appeared. "I'm sorry. I don't want to fight with you."

"I don't want to argue, either. But-" She sort of lurched forward then, and grabbed the edge of my dresser for support. Her snow white complexion sent a jolt of concern through me.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Just a little dizzy. I haven't slept well this week."

And that made me feel worse. "Aw, Chloe. I'm sorry. Sit down. I'll get you some juice or something."

"I'll be okay. We'll be okay. Just work this out. I really like Kyle, but I can't do anything until I know my heart isn't going to get broken again."

"Oh, honey, regardless of what happens, there's no guarantee of that."

"True, but this is one thing I can rule out. So for both of our sakes, will you try?"

Slowly, I nodded my head. "I've been trying, but I'll try harder."

"Thank you. Let me know what happens." She started to leave my room, but suddenly turned back. "You know how lucky you are, don't you?"

The change of subject confused me. "Are you talking about the magic? Because it's not as cool to me as it is to you."

"No. Well, that too. But I'm talking about your family. Grandma Verda, your sister, your brothers-all of them. Don't forget you have family who really care about you. Even if I wasn't around, they'd all stand by you and help you out."

Oh my G.o.d, this felt like a breakup talk. "Are you planning on going somewhere?"

Chloe's eyes widened. "No! I guess...well, this past week showed me how alone I really am. I barely talk to my family." A small laugh. "If I became pregnant, I could go until the child's first year before any of them would even know."

Her words broke my heart. Chloe's parents had pa.s.sed away when she was young. Her aunt had taken her and her younger sister in, but they weren't close.

"You're a part of my family," I said.

She shrugged, but a sliver of sadness existed. "It's not the same, though."

"Well, maybe not exactly, but I love you as much as I love Elizabeth."

"I know. But it's still not the same." Rubbing her hand over her eyes, she said, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little melancholy. I think I should go home and go to bed."

She left then, and I sat on the edge of my bed, my thoughts centered on everything we'd discussed. Was my inability to find any answers this past week my fault? Maybe. Because somehow, suddenly, I wanted to ignore the whole freaking mess. But I couldn't. Even without knowing exactly why, my instincts screamed that Miranda spoke the truth. Which meant I needed to make a decision. If my magic wasn't going to be of help, then I'd have to figure it out without it. And that meant-yep-I needed to see Kyle.

The room spun slightly. I took a couple of breaths to stop the wooziness. Of course, there was that thing about Ethan that resonated with me. No way was I giving up on him yet. I couldn't. Even if I should.

Besides, I hadn't seen his shoulder yet. So that meant, as far as I was concerned, Ethan Gallagher was most definitely still in the running.

Sat.u.r.day's craziness stayed with me through the rest of the weekend. So much so that when Monday rolled around, my obnoxious alarm barely fazed me. Getting up and going to Enchanted Expressions gave me a much-needed reprieve. Just the simple act of performing my job allowed me to put all the other stuff on the back burner, at least for a little while.

But now it was lunchtime. I'd taken a later break than most of the other staff, so I had the break room to myself. People strolled in every now and then to refill their coffee cups, or to get a soda from the fridge, but for the most part I was left alone. That was okay by me. I'd had plenty of social interaction lately.

I spooned the last bite of lemon yogurt into my mouth and then set the container down. Other than some faint queasiness in the morning, my nausea had, thankfully, all but disappeared. And that had bolstered my spirits in a big way.

Missy entered the room. She paused for a split second before aiming for my table. Dressed in black slacks and a long black tunic belted at her waist, she made me think of the wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz. Not a fair comparison, because Missy certainly hadn't done anything wrong, but the image refused to leave.

Maybe it was intuition, or a sense of foreboding, because when she stopped in front of me, an icy chill skittered from my neck all the way down my spine. She crossed her arms. "We need to talk."

I fiddled with my empty yogurt container. "About the Kendall account? I'm still on break."

"No, Alice." She glanced around the room to make sure we were still alone. We were. "I need to talk to you about Troy."

In an instant, what remained of my good mood vanished. "Is this about his contact information? If so, you can just e-mail me."

"No. That's not it." She paused, as if trying to decide what to say. "We should go somewhere else for this conversation. Somewhere private."

I almost argued with her. Not because I disagreed, but because my innate muleheadedness had kicked in. Luckily, I was able to set it aside. "That leaves your office or the conference room." Standing, I cleaned up my lunch debris.

"Wherever you're most comfortable."

"I don't think I'll be comfortable anywhere," I snapped. I hadn't meant to. Sighing, I mimicked Missy and crossed my arms. "Sorry. Your office is fine."

She nodded once and then pivoted on her heel.

Trailing behind her, I tried to prepare myself for whatever she was going to say. Of course, I couldn't. Before we reached her office, another thought processed, and panic edged in. What if Troy waited for me now, in this woman's office? As quickly as the panic had come, anger slammed in on top of it. If he'd decided that an unannounced visit was a way to push my b.u.t.tons, then not only had he underestimated me, but he was even more of a jerk than I'd given him credit for. Maybe I'd wish him into a toad or something.

When I arrived, however, the room was empty save for Missy. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Already seated behind her desk, she motioned to another chair. "You might want to sit down for this."

Nope. Not happening. I just wanted this, whatever this was, over with. So I kept my stance near the door. "I'm fine. Tell me what this is about."

Twisting her long silver necklace with her fingers, she didn't speak. The air weighed heavily, almost stagnant with apprehension. Both mine and hers.

Not able to take another moment of silence, I decided to start the conversation. "You've told him about the baby?"

Missy's hazel eyes skated to the side of me. She released a breath. "No, I didn't. But I did tell Terri, and she told Troy. She's going through h.e.l.l right now."

"I can imagine. I'm sorry about that." And I was, but that didn't change my circ.u.mstances or my feelings in any way. "So what's going on?"

Her fingers still played with her necklace. "He called me this morning." She grimaced. "It wasn't a pleasant conversation."

I thought I knew where this was headed. My stomach turned upside down, and my nausea roared to life with a vengeance. "He's coming here, isn't he?"

A quick shake of her head. "No, that's not it. He gave me a message to pa.s.s on to you."