Kristin Hardy - Under His Spell

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Bewitched by a sexy man! Sure, Lainie Trask had a crush on JJ Cooper. When she was twelve! But growing up, Lainie had watched the sexy athlete narrow his focus – to international skiing and women, not necessarily in that order. So her…interest in JJ was a thing of the past. Because Lainie of all people knew the dangers of being under someone’s spell. But now the playboy was changing with the autumn leaves. Stopped by an injury, JJ had some time to work out his next step…and evidently Lainie was it! With Halloween approaching, he prepared to take off his mask and show her how loving and sensitive the real JJ Cooper could be…

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Not to mention a woman.

And it was that that had her turning toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

She barely threw him a dismissive glance. “Sorry, Speed, but my fairy godmother told me to be home at midnight. I’m out of here.”

“Out of here? The party’s just getting started.”

“Clock ticking, got to go.” She definitely had to go, before she got caught up again. Before she threw common sense aside and planted one on him just to find out what it was like.

Before it was too late.

Chapter Three

It made her cranky, pure and simple, Lainie thought as she shepherded a school tour into the main room of the museum. Fourteen years after her brief obsession with J.J., and here she was, once again thinking about him every time she turned around. Only, this time she was twenty-six, not twelve.

It was ridiculous.

So what if they’d had that weird little moment of chemistry at Gabe’s party? He was a lightweight, a good-time guy who was only out for himself and his own fun. Skiing, parties, women. She didn’t know many things conclusively, but one thing she did know was that she’d be better off volunteering as a crash test dummy than starting something with J.J. Cooper. In fact, if she got involved with J.J., she’d be a dummy, of high proportions. He didn’t bear thinking about, not even for a minute.

Realizing that she was , in fact, thinking about him just put her in a bad temper. Better to concentrate on work.

Lainie looked around the throng of avid-faced fourth graders before her, and her mood brightened. “Okay, who knows what a witch looks like?”

The whole crowd of them raised their hands.

“Ugly,” offered one.

“Warts.”

“Flies on a broomstick.”

“Plays Quidditch,” someone shouted. “When does the match start?”

Lainie smiled. “If you want Quidditch, you’ll have to come back Halloween week for the Hogwarts Festival. But let’s talk about witches, okay?”

“Yeah!”

One thing she loved about working at the Witchcraft Museum was that the kids showed up eager and bright eyed with curiosity. They were lured by the promise of witchcraft, the sensationalism of the trials. Instead of a lot of dry display cases to stare into, they saw the story told by the characters. The learning almost sneaked up on them while they were concentrating on other things.

“Who knows where the word witch comes from?” Lainie asked.

A little girl with dark corkscrew hair and red shorts raised her hand. “Wicca,” she announced.

“That’s right—the word witch comes from Wicca , a religion of the earth.”

“Religion happens in churches,” the little girl countered.

“Not always,” Lainie corrected. “Religion happens wherever a person wants it to. There were and are people who worship the earth outdoors. Some of them call themselves Wiccans. Long ago, that word turned into witches . A lot of times they learned how to use herbs to help people feel better. Sometimes people appreciated them for the good they did. And sometimes people persecuted them as being in league with the devil. Sometimes even non-Wiccans were persecuted as witches. Do you know what persecuted means?”

The little girl raised her hand again. “People were mean to them?”

It was the most apt definition she’d heard. “Yes, people were mean. If you got accused of being a witch, there was no real way to prove you weren’t. Lots of times, people accused of being witches were killed.”

“By mean people.”

“No, by ordinary people who just didn’t know any better. That’s what happened here in Salem. But instead of me telling you the story, I’m going to let the people of Salem tell you the story. Look above your heads.”

Lainie pressed the wireless control in her palm. Even as the lights went down, the Wiccan wheel of the year set into the floor began to glow a pulsing red. A little murmur of excitement and alarm passed through the crowd of children. They all backed away from the medallion a little as a basso voice greeted them.

“Witchcraft…possession…trials and hangings. The story you are about to hear really happened here in Salem. The year was 1692. It began with a group of girls…”

On the perimeter of the room, on a level above their heads, a roomlike section grew bright to reveal the figures of three young girls crouched by a fireplace and staring up at the figure of a housekeeper wearing a colorful headkerchief. In the next moment the figures began to move and speak, drawing “aahhs” from the audience, taking them back to the seventeenth century and a time of madness.

One after another the dioramas lit, and bit by bit the tragic dance played out. And Lainie felt the familiar sadness. Fear, ignorance and boredom, a toxic brew under any circumstances. Add a little fanaticism and power lust and you had a destructive force that had spelled the ruin of dozens. It might have happened long before, but the story still touched her every time.

As it touched the people who visited the museum. They came from near and far, young and old, all drawn by the story. And the numbers were rising by the week. Halloween was the high season for a town whose name was synonymous with witchcraft. Ghost walks, festivals and galas, costume parades and reenactments, the events began at the start of October and ran all month long. Of course, the planning started well before that, which was why only a day or two into September, Lainie found herself with barely time to think.

Even as the show went on, she was busy reviewing her to-do list. Her alarmingly long to-do list. Phone calls, e-mails, requisitions, contracts, and no thoughts of J.J.

Specifically no thoughts of J.J.

Finally, the show ended. Lainie pressed her remote to bring the lights back up and bring them all back to reality.

The kids stood around, blinking in the sudden light, looking interested, even sober. It was a lot to absorb, and they were just getting to the age to do so.

“So, what did you think?” Lainie asked.

One of the boys nudged another. “Tituba looks just like Emma.”

The little girl in red scowled. “Does not.”

“Does too!”

“Does not.”

“Emma! Boys!” the teacher said reprovingly.

Lainie stuggled not to smile. “Well, I think Emma looks just like herself, and I don’t think—”

The words died in her throat. Because there, leaning against the wall at the back of the room was J. J. Cooper, a grin on his beach-boy face.

In the first instant of surprise, all she could do was stare, heart thudding in her chest. He didn’t belong there amid the confusion of kids. It was the last place he should have been, and yet somehow, curiously, he looked at home.

Then again, J.J. managed to always look at home, no matter where he was.

There was a cough from the teacher. “Miss?”

Lainie tore her gaze loose from J.J. and cleared her throat. “Sorry. I was going to say, I don’t think Emma’s the type to accuse anyone of giving her fits.”

“Only Cassie, maybe,” Emma grumbled.

“Who’s Cassie?”

“My little sister.”

J.J., Lainie noted, looked amused.

“But witches don’t give people fits, remember?” J.J., on the other hand, was pretty good at it.

“How do you know witches don’t give fits?” one of the little boys demanded. “Are you a witch?”

“Joshua,” the teacher said warningly.

Lainie laughed, relaxing a bit. “It’s all right. No, Joshua, I’m not a witch. I’m not even Wiccan. I’m just a plain old ordinary person, just like Bridget Bishop and the rest.”

“How come you work in the witch museum?”

“Because it’s fun and because I think their story deserves to be told. People need to remember what can happen when they get scared and stop thinking.” She pointed to a case on the back wall that held the figure of a storybook witch, complete with warts, pointed hat and broom. “This isn’t real. The Wizard of Oz is just a movie. Real Wiccans are people just like the rest of us. They don’t do spells, at least not that I know of.”

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