Love Potion #9 by Claire Delacroix Read Free Book Online Page B

time to see her smile knowingly again.
    It was as though she knew what he was thinking and that was a little bit too unsettling for Mitch.
    Even if any red-blooded guy would be thinking pretty much the same thing in the same circumstance. He liked to think of himself as somewhat more ethical than the average bear.
    Mitch ended their handshake quickly, hauled open the door and stepped out onto her porch. A big sunflower bobbed to one side, its yellow petals seeming to have snared the sunlight.
    â€œWell, I guess it’s a question of perspective,” he declared, having no real idea what the heck he meant. He had to say something .
    To Mitch’s surprise, Lilith laughed easily again. She leaned in the doorframe, her bare feet on the threshold, her hair wild curls behind her. The grey cat Cooley had chased twined around her ankles, but she ignored it. God, she was sexy.
    And very engaging, if wound a bit loose. Mitch felt like an idiot for what he had done.
    For what he hadn’t been able to not do. For a guy who prided himself on his self control, it was a pretty pathetic showing.
    Mitch shoved his hands in his pockets, ashamed at his own behavior and feeling guilty as hell. “Look, Lilith. About what just happened...”
    â€œForget it,” Lilith interrupted softly. “It was an honest mistake.”
    Mitch flicked a glance her way, astounded by this concession. But she appeared to mean it. “Sorry you got me confused with someone else,” he said in a low voice.
    Her smile flashed. “Sorry you don’t remember.”
    At least she stuck to her story. Mitch was suddenly reluctant to hurry home and hose down the chocolate cake that must be smeared all over his kitchen.
    So, she believed in all that new age gunk. She wasn’t the only one, by any means. And if Mitch ignored that, Lilith was far and away the most intriguing woman he had met in a quite a while.
    Maybe ever.
    â€œSo, when did you know this Sebastian guy?” he asked impulsively.
    Lilith’s full lips curved. “Oh, you and I were together six hundred years ago.” She wrinkled her nose playfully. “Give or take.”
    Mitch stomped hard on his skepticism and told himself he was just being polite. “That would be in a past life?” he asked as mildly as he could.
    â€œOh no.” Lilith shook her head and frowned, much to Mitch’s surprise. “Well, speak for yourself, at least.”
    Just for himself? Their supposed meeting six hundred years ago wasn’t her past life? That could only mean one thing. Mitch felt his brows shoot skyward as he stared back at her.
    Lilith’s gaze never wavered, the intelligence he saw there never flickered.
    Mitch cleared his throat and came up with his best reporter voice. “Are you implying that you’re six hundred years old?”
    â€œNo, I’m saying it.” Lilith winked. “Frankly, I don’t think I look a day over thirty.”
    Mitch stared as the words sank in. That was crazy, plain and simple. Trust him to find a wacko so attractive - it fit perfectly with every other incident in his romantic history!
    Mitch was out of there.
    â€œRight!” he called with false cheer from the safety of his own porch. He waved, then ducked into his door, feeling decidedly at-odds.
    His gorgeous, passionate, clever neighbor thought she was an immortal. She was completely nuts - and he liked her.
    Oh, Mitch could pick ‘em, that was for sure.
    â€œTell your stepmother to drop over for a free reading anytime,” Lilith called. “I’d be delighted!”
    â€œI’ll just bet,” Mitch muttered and stormed toward the kitchen without answering.
    He reminded himself that he didn’t like people - like fortune-tellers - who preyed on others. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. But even knowing that, his gut response to Lilith wasn’t readily dismissed.
    He liked her, strange assertions and all. He