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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“There are spells in Harry Potter,” Emma piped up.

“Well, Harry Potter’s something different.”

“I love Harry Potter,” Emma announced.

“So do I,” Lainie said. “The Harry Potter books are great. How many of you have read them?”

Hands shot up all over the room.

“The author of the Harry Potter books has a great imagination,” she continued. “That’s why we read, to get carried away by our imaginations. I like getting carried away. How about you?”

Across the room, J.J. raised an eyebrow. Lainie could feel the flush stain her cheeks. “Getting carried away by your imagination is a good kind of carried away, but you want to watch other kinds of carried away, the kinds of carried away that can hurt people. Like the way the Salem witchcraft trials got carried away.” She paused. “Anyway, if there are no more questions, that’s our tour.”

“What do you say?” the teacher asked.

“Thank you, Ms. Trask,” they chorused obediently.

Lainie smiled. “Thank you for spending the morning with me. The exit’s right through here.”

There was nothing like being the head of a procession of fourth graders to give a person dignity, she thought wryly as she shepherded the tour into the gift shop.

“Lainie, do you have a minute?” a voice called. Lainie turned to see her boss, Caro Lewis. Small, dark, positive, Caro had taught Lainie a tremendous amount in the three and a half years they’d worked together. Somehow in that time, they’d also become fast friends. Because they were both scrupulously careful to do their jobs to the nth degree, it worked.

“What’s up, chief?”

Nearby a pair of little boys menaced each other with goblin heads. Caro watched them, the corners of her mouth curving up. “They look like they found the museum intellectually stimulating. Who do you have today?”

One of the boys crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Lainie’s lips twitched. “The fourth-grade class of Daniel Dunn Elementary School.”

Caro glanced beyond the boys to where J.J. stood, leafing through books. “Fourth grade, huh?” she said, eyeing him. “My, my, they just get bigger every year. He must take a lot of vitamins.”

Lainie snorted. “He’s just a delinquent.”

Caro laughed so loud that J.J. glanced over. “But a tasty-looking one. Listen, Jim over at the Seven Gables Inn had to reschedule our planning meeting. He wants to know if we can do eleven.”

“Eleven o’clock?” Lainie glanced at her watch and frowned. “That’s only fifteen minutes from now.”

“I know, but the next window he’s got isn’t for another week, and Halloween’s coming for us.”

“I have to print out the schedule and get my laptop.”

“I know. I’ll head over now and get started. You come on as soon as you’re done. Have fun with your fourth-graders.” Caro winked and sashayed away.

Lainie stood at the doorway to the store and eyed J.J. As though he’d felt her look, he glanced up. Definitely too gorgeous for his own good, she thought. The Vandyke had changed to a Fu Manchu, she saw, sharpening his chin, making that mouth of his look far too interesting.

A crash made her jump. She looked around to see a display of wands and spells scattered on the floor, courtesy of the boys with goblin heads.

“Richie, Matt, that’s enough,” the teacher scolded. “Now you go over and help clean that up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lainie said. “I’ll take care of it.” The last thing she wanted was for them to walk away with bad memories of the museum. She knelt down next to the colorful pile of plastic and glitter, righting the magenta canister that had held the wands.

Out of the corner of her eye saw J.J. head over. She glanced up at him.

And it took her breath.

She’d known he was there, she’d watched him walk over. Even so, there was something about the jolt of that blue gaze that sent adrenaline flooding through her system. She frowned at herself. It was one thing to have the heart-thudding thing happen when he’d popped up out of the blue. It shouldn’t be happening now.

He bent down next to her to help, picking up the packets and examining them. “Love potions?” he asked, holding one up.

She took it from him. “What’s the matter, Speed, losing your edge?”

“Not me.”

“What a relief. It would be the end of civilization as we know it. Although I use that term loosely where you’re concerned,” she added, picking up the rest of the wands and rising. “To what do we owe the honor of your presence?”

He grinned. “I’ve got an appointment.”

“In Salem?”

“In Boston.”

She snorted. “I hope you’re better at staying on the piste when you’re racing than you are at following directions. This isn’t Boston.”

“I thought something looked funny,” he replied.

“South. A long way south. The highway’s right out there,” she added helpfully.

He didn’t move. “Trying to get rid of me, Lainie?”

“Why, Speed, whatever would give you that idea?” She reached out to toy with a leaflet that promised step-by-step directions to putting a hex on someone.

“Should I be nervous that you’re holding on to that?”

“No, the time to get nervous is when I go after the voodoo doll.”

He gave her a quick glance. “You wouldn’t, by any chance, have broken one of those out already?” He rubbed his shoulder. “It would explain a lot.”

“No, it’s an inspiration I’ve never had until now. Worth keeping in mind, though,” she added thoughtfully. “Why, are you having problems?” Not that she should care, of course.

J.J. shrugged, a little stiffly, now that she noticed it. “Ah, I screwed up my shoulder back in July.”

“Screwed it up?”

“Dislocated the son of a bitch.”

“What, did you trip over your ego?”

He grinned. “Mountain biking.”

“I am so not surprised.”

Suddenly his eyes seemed darker and he was much closer than he had been. Suddenly she was neatly boxed in between him and the corner shelves. “You know, Lainie, one of these days I will surprise you.”

For an instant she didn’t move; she couldn’t. Then she forced herself to swallow with a throat gone bone dry. “Yeah, well, I’ll be right here holding my breath for when that happens.” She pushed past him, out into the center of the shop.

But he’d gotten to her in that moment, and he knew it. She could tell from the enjoyment flickering in his eyes.

“Gee, it’s been fun, J.J. I’ve got to get to a meeting,” she said briskly.

“Over at the Seven Gables Inn?” At her startled glance, he shrugged. “I heard you talking with your friend.”

“My boss, but yes at the Seven Gables Inn. Anyway, I’m late, I’ve got to go.”

“Nice day for a walk,” he added.

J.J. stood in the museum courtyard, waiting for Lainie. He wasn’t entirely sure what ridiculous impulse had led him to stop in Salem, only that when he had an impulse, he usually found it worthwhile to ride with it. Traffic had cooperated on the drive down from New Hampshire. When he’d glanced at the dash clock and seen that he had a few hours to kill, he hadn’t thought but just gone with the first thing that came to mind.

And in the two days that had passed since the party, Lainie had come to mind a lot.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar situation. She’d always had a way of flickering through his thoughts at the most unexpected of times—when he was thousands of miles away, flying down an icy mountain, standing at a party in a room filled with the music of a dozen languages.

And sometimes, unsettlingly, in his dreams. Best not to think of that, he reminded himself. Better to banish those pulse-pounding images to the dark corners of his mind where they belonged. The problem was, this time out of the gate he wasn’t being so successful at the banishing stuff, maybe because he was at loose ends, maybe because he wasn’t involved with anyone.

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