The Witch Is Back by H. P. Mallory Read Free Book Online Page A

the remaining three choices. I had to imagine that Sinjin would be too. Speaking of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious, I hadn’t seen him since Saturday. And now that a few days had passed, I found myself wondering what he was doing, when I was going to see him again. He called me every day, mostly to say that he’d been overwhelmed with work, which was completely understandable. I had my own business to tend to, even though I wouldn’t exactly say that I felt overwhelmed by it. Unfortunately for me, the job of a psychic resembled a roller coaster—some days I had as many as seven clients and other days, not even one.
    By the time Wednesday rolled around, bringing with it only two walk-in appointments, I was more than ready to go home and plan the evening’s festivities because Sinjin was coming over—I had invited him for dinner.
    And no, I hadn’t changed my mind—no way were we going to get hot and heavy and possibly even have sex. I just wanted to show him printouts of the properties I’d selected for him. Sex didn’t figure into the equation at all … no, seriously, I mean it.
    As I stood in my kitchen and stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce so it wouldn’t boil, I found it difficult to focus on anything but Sinjin. I just felt so incredibly alive lately—well,ever since Sinjin had entered my life. It was as if he’d filled a void that I didn’t even know existed, like he was my proverbial prince and he’d kissed me back to consciousness. And really, our little break over the last few days had been good for me. I’d needed space to think about the fact that it seemed I was headed into a—dare I say it?—relationship. No, Sinjin and I had never discussed anything close to the possibility that we might be embarking on that path, but I couldn’t imagine what else it could be. I mean, we talked to each other every day and I was helping him find a place to live, for God’s sake!
    But while I was incredibly excited and happy to have Sinjin in my life, my feelings weren’t all smiling cherubs. In fact, I’d been feeling a niggling sense of doubt ever since Sinjin had first asked me for a date. It just didn’t make sense that Sinjin wanted to be with me. Leaving looks outside of it, Sinjin was cultured, well traveled, refined. I was an ordinary girl who hadn’t really gone anywhere, other than moving to California from Spokane, Washington. I was just a simple woman with ESP, which was hardly enough to separate me from the masses.
    God, Jolie, how did you get to be like this?
a voice inside me inquired, a voice that originated from the depths of my soul.
Why can’t you just accept this situation for what it is? Why can’t you just be happy, knowing that Sinjin likes you as much as you like him? Why do you always have to overanalyze everything into the ground? Just let it be!
    There was a knock on the door that precluded further mental debate, which was probably just as well because the optimistic side of me wouldn’t like hearing what the cynical side of me had to say.
    I started for the door, surprised by the fact that Sinjin was early. I thought I’d told him eight and, according to the clock on my living room wall, it was only seventhirty. But the sun had already set, making it feel much later.
    My cat meowed and interlaced herself between my legs, making it difficult for me to get to the door without stepping/tripping over her. “What’s with you, Plum?” I asked as I glanced down at her. “I already fed you.”
    “Meow” was her unsatisfying answer.
    I unlocked the door and opened it, remembering too late that I was still wearing my apron. And there was Sinjin, dressed to the nines in a black suit. “Wow, nice suit,” I commented mindlessly.
    “Poppet,” Sinjin said with that devilish smile as he took me in from top to bottom. “I am coming from work and had a business meeting,” he answered in response to the fact that he was definitely overdressed for a house call.
    I didn’t have the