Witch's Diary: A Paranormal Urban Fantasy Tale (Lost Library Book 4) by Kate Baray Read Free Book Online

I’m thinking he may have some redeeming qualities.”
    That was much too easy. Something was up. “Have you been working with Max on any super-secret projects?”
    “Hmm.” Jack’s lips were firmly shut.
    “Have you guys bonded over magic and guns?” Kenna couldn’t believe it. She’d bet a few ounces of her special tea that they had. But he wasn’t saying. “Client confidentiality trumps friendship?”
    Jack finished off his second beer and still didn’t say a word. His ridiculously obvious silence made his involvement with John’s pack—and Max—crystal clear.
    Not cool. Well, she had to admit, not cool until she needed that top-secret, ninja-like silent discretion herself. Dammit. “You better be glad I’m on this tea, because I’d go all scary fire witch on your ass otherwise.”
    Jack barked out a surprised laugh. It took him a moment to compose himself, because apparently that was a hilarious image. Ha. What did he know?
    When he did finally speak, she could still hear the amusement in his voice. “Planning to bake me a cake and light the candles? Scary.”
    “You must have missed Witches 101 when your buddies gave you the briefing on all things magical. Right now, I’m unpredictable, and emotion ratchets up the unpredictability.” She stared at him. “I melted a pregnancy stick.”
    “Okay. That’s disgusting—but also scary. I’ll try not to belittle your blossoming powers in the future.” Jack rolled the empty bottle between his hands. “Feeling better?”
    “Yeah. But I’m thinking it’s the power of the magical tea, not the power of facing my problems.” She squeezed her eyes shut really tight. When she opened them, she said, “I keep thinking this is all some fake-out. I’m dreaming and will wake up. Or I’m being Punk’d—you know, the magical version.”
    Jack grimaced slightly and shook his head. “I’m gonna have to say no.” He paused dramatically. “Kenna, welcome to your life.”
    “You’re sure?” Okay, that came out a little whiney. She cleared her throat. “Right, sorry. It’s just that lunch tomorrow seems awfully soon.”
    “Quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid,” he reminded her.
    “Yeah.” She peeked up at him from under her lashes. “Any chance to salvage your evening?”
    In retrospect, she felt a little guilty about crashing his evening plans.
    “Absolutely. Don’t worry about it.” He took the hint and got up to chuck his bottle in recycling. Heading to the door, he said, “Call me if you need anything.”
    Following behind, she said, “Sure thing.”
    When they got to the door, he turned and wrapped her in a fierce hug. He whispered in her ear, “Congratulations.”
    Which made her want to cry. So she squeezed back hard for a second then let go and shoved at his chest. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Thanks. Night. And good luck getting laid.”
    He didn’t laugh, like she hoped he would. He knew her too well, knew she was trying to distract him, to hide her surge of panic. He kissed the top of her head and let himself out.
    Kenna leaned her back against the door and let herself slide to the floor. The cold tile felt good at first. But when her ass started to feel numb, she figured it was time to get up. And that was when she realized—she had to schedule a doctor’s appointment right away. What kind of doctor did pregnant witches see? Shit.

Chapter 4
    Turned out, pregnant witches see the same kind of doctor that every other kind of pregnant woman sees. Kenna rolled her eyes. She should have figured that, but sometimes she unnecessarily complicated her life. She needed to learn to be more like Lizzie. Lizzie dealt with the detritus of life like she did the gems—in an upbeat, carefree way. And she didn’t try to borrow trouble. At least, that was what it seemed like to Kenna. Yeah—maybe that was a goal for next year.
    “Kenna. Kenna, are you listening to me?”
    Crap. She forgot she was on the phone with her mom. What was