“I don’t know.”

“Well, does he have any pictures of his dad? Do you know his name?”

I pull out my phone and scroll through Ryan’s Facebook. I have to go really far back into some of his albums, as if I didn’t feel pathetic enough already. There are some photos from his high school graduation and I pull them up. I recognize his mom and stepdad. He has photos of them in his home. The man I don’t recognize is insanely hot. I thought Ryan was good looking, but his dad is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

Stevie snatches my phone. “Holy mother of hot bad boy daddy.”

I take my phone back and look at the picture. His dad, Dax, is wearing a leather jacket and jeans. His dark hair is pushed back and there are a few specks of gray on the side. He has the same dimples as Ryan. He looks like he spends a lot of time out in the sun, and I spot the tattoos on his fingers.

“This has got to be like six years ago. No way is he still this hot.”

“You never know. Hey, maybe he’s his magical parent, and you can upgrade,” Stevie jokes.

“Shut up, Stevie.”

She puts her hands up in mock surrender. I groan and get up off the bar stool. “I need to log some receipts. I’ll be in the back for a few hours until opening.”

“Okay, don’t forget. Me, you, witch circle under the full moon tonight.”

I grumble about stuck up witches but nod my head.

I walk to the back office and take a seat at my desk, locking my purse in the bottom drawer as I pull up our financials. This is the part I hate most about owning a business. I have half the thought of enchanting some financial loser to do this work for me. All it takes is a few suggestions here and there and they are like putty in your hands. Most of the witches in my coven use potions. But I have some spells that make people more captivated by your whims. It’s really not a bad idea.

Things haven’t been adding up lately, and I don’t know if it’s something that I’m doing wrong or if someone is stealing from me. I feel like my head is going to explode as I enter all the expenses from the last liquor and perishable order.

My phone chimes twice, and I smile, seeing that it’s Ryan’s name. He said he would text me about dinner with his dad, and that’s what I’m fully intending to see in the text messages. But instead I see two really long voice memos.

Ryan rarely sends voice memos, but I shrug and hit play anyway, unprepared for the conversation I’m about to hear.

“Come on, Clover.” I only know one Clover. She’s in my coven. “You know how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you? You look so sweet.”