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

wrong with her?
    “Geez, I’m sorry, Mom. My brain is leaking out of my ear. Ugh. What did you say?” Kenna tapped the speaker button on her phone and set it down on the kitchen counter.
    “I was just saying that I have a recommendation for an obstetrician.”
    “Oh—is she a witch?”
    Her mom muffled a laugh. “Contrary to how it must feel, there aren’t that many witches running around in Austin. As far as I know, she’s just a great OB. And”—she paused—“your doctor from before isn’t practicing any longer.”
    “Well, that’s just as well. Even if she was, I’d take a pass. I don’t need the reminder.” Of her infertility. Of her failed marriage. Of her heartache at learning her husband wanted kids more than he wanted her. Yeah—no thanks. A new doctor was spiffy.
    “Yes, well, I called this doctor and she’s accepting new patients. If you’re interested.”
    “Done.” Kenna was quick to accept, because knowing her mom, she’d called every person she knew and asked for recommendations and then done hours of research online. Lord love her.
    “And if you don’t like her, we’ll find someone else.”
    “That sounds great, Mom. Thanks. Hey, is everyone this scatty when they’re pregnant? Sometimes I feel as if even the simplest things are beyond me, like keeping track of a conversation is more than I can handle.”
    “The tea is supposed to help. From the kettle whistle in the background, I’m guessing you haven’t had your morning fix.”
    “Not yet. It has been really helpful.” Kenna poured the hot water into the waiting teapot. “Wait—did I call you, or did you call me?”
    “I called you, honey. I wanted to tell you about the doctor and to let you know I have to make a trip.”
    “Really? I called in sick for the next few days—I have the flu, if anyone asks—but I can’t hide in my house indefinitely. You have to show me how this all works. I cannot set anything else on fire, Mom.”
    “It’s a quick trip. Just a day or two. Maybe we can meet before I leave? I’m heading out this evening, but I can come by in an hour or so.”
    “I can’t. I have an appointment with Max for lunch, to have the talk. Maybe after, assuming I survive lunch.” Kenna groaned.
    “Max? I wondered if he might be the one,” her mom mumbled.
    “Don’t tell me—you met him in Vegas.” What hadn’t happened in Vegas? Kenna couldn’t believe how much she’d missed in just a few days.
    “Hmm? Oh, yes. In Vegas.” Her mom sounded distracted. Her voice stronger, she added, “But he didn’t talk about you. I mean, it wouldn’t have come up.”
    “I wouldn’t have thought so.” Kenna rubbed her now dry and gritty eyes. “I don’t really want to discuss Max, Mom. Maybe in a few days?”
    “I understand. But I’m glad you’re telling him right away.”
    “You should know me well enough to know there was an outside influence. Jack twisted my arm—held my hand, whatever—and got my butt in gear. I would have waited until my bump was huge and I accidentally ran into Max.” Kenna thought about it for a sec—would she have really? “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what I’d have done.”
    “Kenna, sometimes you’re too hard on yourself. I have to run. Things to do before I head out tomorrow. This afternoon won’t work, unfortunately. Early evening flight, and with security, you know how that is.”
    “Yeah. We’ll chat when you get back. And Mom? Thanks.”
    Dammit. It was like she had a built-in five second delay in her brain. Because her mom had long hung up by the time Kenna realized her sweet, crafts-loving mother probably wasn’t going to a pressing knitting extravaganza in her daughter’s time of need. Where exactly did her mom go on all those supposed artsy-craftsy trips?
    It wasn’t like her mom didn’t knit. Kenna had the scarves, tea cozies, and other miscellaneous knitted items to prove it. The decoupage light switch she’d received for her