What the hell?
Before she could make sense of whatever the hell was going on in the apartment, she took a blow to the head.
“Ouch, damn it.”
“What the? Move, Livi.”
She scuttled away from the door, standing as quickly as her over exhausted muscles would let her.
“That really hurt, Bridgette.”
“How was I supposed to know you’d be on the floor in front of the door? What was your goal? Trip up a burglar? No one is going to break in mid-day anyway.”
Olivia squinched her nose. “You’re really grumpy.”
Bridgette yanked her key out the door and dropped her purse on the island. “Yeah. I am grumpy. What can I say? You didn’t come back this afternoon, and I had to deal with the store all by myself. You’re just lucky it was our early day, but somehow you forgot that today was also the day the bingo club comes in.”
Olivia looked down at the floor. Her mouth opened and closed. Her energy wavered, and her limbs weighed a million pounds. Olivia watched as a snowflake landed at her feet.
“Livi? You okay?”
Olivia looked up, her eyes growing larger and larger as she took in the snow drifting around the hall.
Bridgette stood still, her eyes scanning the space.
Olivia slowly nodded, but her body seemed to take on a life all its own as the room swirled and swayed. Before she knew it, the floor was rushing up to meet her or was she falling?
“Livi? Livi, say something. Anything. Oh my God are you okay?” asked Bridgette.
Olivia remained on with the floor. “This is now my home.”
“Oh my God. What just happened?”
Olivia glimpsed Bridgette as she knelt next to her head.
“What just happened? Are you okay?”
Olivia focused on a speck on the ceiling for another heartbeat before slowly rolling over. “No idea, really. I just got so dizzy. This day is getting weirder and weirder.”
“Do you need a doctor?” Bridgette asked.
Shaking her head as she slowly pushed to a sitting position, Olivia blinked a few times. “No. I don’t think so.”
In out. In out. If she didn't move, she didn’t feel dizzy.
“It’s just a weird day. I met a guy.”
Bridgette squealed. Olivia threw her hands over her ears.
“You met a guy?” asked Bridgette.
“I just fell on the floor, remember? What if I have a head injury?”
“Oh God, Livi. You’re fine. Besides, there’s no blood, and this is what you’re supposed to do. Ask the victim questions. So, spill the beans.”
“Really? My sex life is what you're supposed to ask about? I think it’s more like birth-date and name.”
“Fine. What’s your name, you cow?”
“You’re kind of ugly when you’re impatient.” Olivia tried to smile as a familiar embarrassed heat flooded her. She’d met a guy, and after meeting him twice, she’d let him shred her panties and give her the best sex of her life.
Olivia feverishly checked her skirt to make sure it was still down.
“Holy crap, Livi. You’re blushing. You don’t blush. What kind of guy is this?”
Bridgette snapped her fingers, and a light breeze fanned Olivia’s face.
"You didn't cast some kind of spell on him did you?"
Olivia glared. "One, you know I can't do that. Two, no. What would the point be? And three, that's against so many witch laws I wouldn't even know where to start. "
"Okay. Fine. You're right. I still think if you really applied yourself maybe your magic would develop more. Some magic needs to be trained. But, that being said my birthday is coming and if you want to bewitch the firefighters to strip I wouldn't argue."
Olivia tried to keep the judgment off her face. Tried, and pretty much failed. "What? No. Besides, if you go over there, I think most of them were shirtless."
Bridgette cocked her head. "What do you mean you think? How in the name of the-powers-to-be do you not know if they were all half naked?"
Shaking her head, she wasn't really sure really except that Ethan had been there and he consumed her.
“Remember the fireman I mentioned, the shifter? Well, he was at the baby shower I delivered to today.”
"Alight. So we are skipping over the fact you're blind. Fine. Sure shifter. Baby shower. Got it. Fate’s got a thing for the two of you. Tell me you talked to him. Is he going to call you? You did give him your number, right?”
Pushing herself up, Olivia managed to sit without the room taking on a tilt-a-whirl ride.
A deep breath and she pulled herself to stand on wobbling legs. “I did not.” Nervously she rubbed her palms over the skirt of her dress before stepping back. One step, two steps, and turn. She walked away and headed for the kitchen. Cooking was the best therapy.
“Livi? Don’t you dare start cooking.” The tapping of Bridgette’s footsteps quickly following mirrored her own getaway.
“Oh no. Not the air-fryer. Don’t you dare. Put it down.” Bridgette intercepted, grabbing the small black device before it hit the counter.
Olivia corrected herself and headed for the opposite cabinets.
“No, no. You put that bowl down now. I haven’t seen you this upset since your mom announced your engagement. Before she’d even told you,” Bridgette said, grabbing another appliance out of Olivia’s grip.
Olivia put down the spatulas and the bag of flour. A spoon clattered to the floor. The sound a jolt to her sanity. “OMG, I’m stress grabbing utensils. What is wrong with me?”
Olivia braced herself on the counter, releasing everything in her hands and letting them fall where they would. Her arms shook under the stress of the grip.
“I might have had sex with him.” Her voice was tiny and not the least bit confident.
“You did, or you think you did? If it’s think, all my dreams of a shifter dick have died right now. If you know, then spill the details. You have never, and I mean never, been impulsive and you had sex? Where? How hot was he? Holy shit, do not tell me it was a bathroom at
