One More Taste (One and Only Texas #2)(106)
Her mom held out the mug. “Drop it in.”
Skye said a quick prayer as she released the quarter from her fingers. Bring my true love to me.
“Hold the mug and tell the spell what you’re looking for.”
Skye knew the answer without thinking. She cradled the mug in her hands and stared down at the brown, oily liquid. “A man with a kind heart and a career. And I’m not going to move away from my family in Dulcet, so he has to be local.”
“And Mexican,” her mom added in a sage voice.
Skye gave her a side-eye. It would be nice to meet a man who shared her culture, but that wasn’t mandatory. “And Catholic.”
Now that was mandatory.
Granny June nudged her. “Think bigger. Sexier. You deserve it.”
She did. Funny how low Skye’s expectations had sank over the years. “Someone handsome and daring, with dark, soulful eyes, and who makes my toes curl every time he kisses me. Someone who will be all the adventure and thrill I need for the rest of my life and who loves me more than anything else in the world.”
Granny June gave a sage nod. “That’s more like it.”
Skye’s mom smiled. “Good. That sounds like a man I’d want for you. Now find the coin. Don’t dry it. Just stick it in your bra, left cup, as near to your heart as you can.”
Skye dipped her hands into the now-cooled liquid and did as she was told, though the coffee was sure to leave a permanent stain on her white lace bra. The wet coin was cold against her breast, but other than that, she felt nothing new. No magic zings ripple through her. No swirls of glittery magic surrounded her like Cinderella’s fairy godmother had accomplished with her wand before the ball. Instead, she felt like the same old Skye.
“What’s supposed to happen next?” Granny June said.
“We wait,” Skye’s mom said. “Your perfect man will come. You’ll see.”
Another silent moment passed, waiting … waiting. And then the door knob turned. The door opened wide.
Skye and her mom whirled towards it, using their bodies to block the view of the spell ingredients scattered on the counter, while Annika pretended to fluff the donut-shaped pillow at the head of the massage table.
“We’re with housekeeping!” Skye called with a manic tone. “Just finishing up.” The last word died on her tongue as she took in the interloper.
A tall, broad-shouldered man filled the doorway, all muscle and tawny skin and smoldering hotness.
“Oh! Didn’t expect to see anyone. I, uh…” He scratched his head, tousling his inky-black hair in the most adorably sexy way. “I’m Enrique. I’m new at the resort and I have my first massage client scheduled for the morning, so I wanted to get set up.” His attention slid to Skye. There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes as his gaze swept over her. Then his lips curved into a hint of a lopsided smile, just enough to reveal a dimple on his right cheek. “I think I’m going to like this place.”
Skye’s mom nudged her in the ribs with a whispered, “It’s working.”
That was fast.
Like the addict she was, Skye’s body lit up with the all-consuming thrum of adventure and drama—her own personal call of the wild. Except this time, there wouldn’t be any negative consequences or shame brought onto her and her family, no repentance needed. This thrill was mother-approved. Skye was going to find a sweet, sexy local man to settle down with and then she wouldn’t ever be tempted again to run off in search of trouble. She’d have everything she needed right there in Dulcet—in her home and in her bed, forever.
She reached out her hand to Enrique, dizzy and breathless with the realization that tonight’s little spell was the first step in making all her dreams come true.