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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

Matt’s words were Katie’s first thoughts when she awoke the following morning. Do you still love me? she texted.

I’ll always love you, Hunter. You’ve bewitched me or something.

As soon as she read his words, Katie called Emma. “It’s the spell, isn’t it? That’s why he feels this way. I tricked him into loving me. I need to tell him the truth.”

“Katie, no! He loves you. It’s real. His feelings are real. Why would you tell him about the spell?”

“It just seems wrong, you know, making him love me. I wish he had just fallen in love with me on his own without a spell.”

“Love is love,” Emma said. “And anyway, it’s too late. Just forget about it. Matt loves you and you love him—that’s all that matters.”

Chapter 46

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With an entire Saturday stretched before her and no set plans, Lina decided to ask Nick to lunch. “I’m sorry, I woke you, didn’t I?” she asked when she heard the huskiness of his voice.

“I needed to get up, anyway. Everything okay?”

“Yes, I just had a free afternoon and thought of you.”

“Would you hold for a second?” he asked, and then she heard the distinct sound of a female voice and his muffled response. “Sorry about that,” he said a moment later.

“I’m interrupting something.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m—it’s fine.”

“You have company,” she said. He was with a woman, probably in bed. “I shouldn’t have called so early.”

“I always want to hear from you. Never doubt that.”

“What do you expect?” Adele asked when she recounted the phone call. “You won’t even kiss him, and you barely see him.”

“I don’t expect anything,” Lina insisted. “I’m just telling you it felt weird. He knew what I thought and he didn’t correct me.”

Adele laughed. “That’s because you were right. He was in bed with someone. Maybe he was getting a blowjob.”

“No he wasn’t! Why do you have to be so crude?”

“Does it bother you? The thought of another woman’s mouth—”

“Goodbye, Adele.” Lina ended the call, but Adele’s question lingered in her mind. Did it bother her knowing he was with another woman? Yes, she decided after a moment, but not nearly as much as it would if it were Phil.