Love Potion #9 by Claire Delacroix Read Free Book Online

snapped out and abruptly gripped his chin. Mitch froze in surprise at the strength of her grip. Her perusal was so thorough, her gaze so cat-bright, that the hair on the back of Mitch’s neck started to stand on end.
    He had just concluded that things were definitely a little weird on this side of the property line, when the lady went one better.
    â€œNo,” she concluded, the word barely more than a breath. It fanned against his lips and made Mitch’s toes tingle again. “You are Sebastian. There’s no doubt about it.”
    â€œNo,” Mitch said firmly. “I’m not.”
    â€œYes,” the lady said equally firmly. “You are.”
    Enough was enough. Mitch tried very hard to be polite. “I think,” he said with surgical precision, “that I would know if I was this Sebastian person.”
    The lady’s full lips quirked and she lifted one brow, her expression unexpectedly mischievous. “Really?”
    Mitch frowned. “Really.”
    She obviously bit back a smile, as though he had said something particularly funny. Her response pushed Mitch too far. He had had quite enough of whatever flavor of bizarre was being served here.
    It was bad enough that he had acted on impulse, it was bad enough that he hadn’t been able to control himself, never mind that she was consistently driving his desire toward the sky again. There was something about the flick of her glance, the quirk of her smile, the low whisper of her voice that gave Mitch half a mind to accept her offer, to pretend that he was this Sebastian, and accept the lady’s invitation to the bedroom.
    That in and of itself was so out of character that Mitch could barely wrap his mind around his undeniable urge.
    It was too much for her to turn him inside out and insist that he didn’t even know who he was.
    Mitch propped his hands on his hips and glared at the woman who was consistently tying his gut in knots. “Look, I don’t know what your deal is or why you think I’m this Sebastian guy, but trust me, I know who I am!” His mood worsened when she still looked like she was going to laugh. “Look! I don’t even know anybody named Sebastian!”
    The lady folded her arms across her chest and regarded him. Her eyes danced. “You’re very sure of yourself,” she commented.
    â€œAnd that’s a surprising accomplishment? To be sure of my own name?” Mitch rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Thank you very much.”
    She laughed aloud, the merry sound almost enough to dismiss Mitch’s mood.
    â€œYou’re welcome,” she said, completely unrepentant, then tossed her hair. It wasn’t quite fair that she kept smiling like that, that she kept looking so damn delighted to have him here in her foyer. Now, she smiled warmly at him. “But then, you always were so confident.”
    â€œWere?” Mitch echoed. “I’ve told you that I’m not who you think I am. And we’ve never met before...”
    The lady interrupted his argument. “So, Mr. Mitch Davison, why do you believe that you’ve come here?”
    â€œBelieve? I know why I’ve come here!” Mitch declared with exasperation. She won the award for infuriating, no doubt about it. “There’s no question of believing or misleading myself.” He jabbed a finger through the air towards his new house. “I just moved in next door!”
    She shrugged easily. “Because you were summoned. I called you just a few hours ago.”
    Mitch’s usual skepticism finally found firm ground. “Look, no spell of yours brought me here. I bought that house months ago! And it wasn’t because anyone summoned me - it was because it was what I could afford!”
    There was a galling little confession he would have preferred not to have made.
    But the lady seemed delighted by this news.
    â€œYou bought it months ago? Really?” Her smile