Forever Charmed (The Halloween LaVeau Series, Book 1) (17 page)

I nodded. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“Who is she?” Annabelle looked back toward the door.

“Well, all she’ll really tell me is that her name is Isabeau and she claims to be from Enchantment Pointe.” Movement came from my left and I jumped. A bird fluttered from the shrub next to us and flew off into the distance.

“Are you okay?” Annabelle asked, grabbing my arm.

I nodded. “Just a little jumpy, I guess.”

She shivered. “It’s understandable considering our surroundings. So, do you know when and how she died?”

“No, she won’t tell me anything. But she did steal my spell book. You know, the one I showed you earlier.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and peered out across the property toward the tree line.

“What? Why don’t you kick her out of your home?” She sat up a little straighter.

“I can’t do that. Where would she go? She has no money or anything. I’m the reason why she’s here so I feel somewhat responsible. Plus, I don’t want the Coven to find out what I’ve done. Not until I can reverse it at least.” I rubbed my temples.

“How are you going to do that? Does she know you want to take away her born-again status?” Annabelle searched my eyes for an answer.

I glanced over my shoulder again. “No, and I don’t intend to tell her either. She’s not very nice.”

“Apparently.
Are Nicolas and Liam real?” Her eyes widened with the thought.

“What?
Oh yeah.” I waved off her concerns. “Well, I didn’t do any spells from the book until after they’d already showed up, so I’m pretty sure they are real.”

“Whew. That’s good to hear. So what can we do to find out how to send her back?” She exhaled a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I looked through the book again but none of it was in English again. Poof. It was gone again.” I snapped my fingers.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Annabelle said.

“None of this makes any sense. The men showing up, then Isabeau, and then…” I bit my lip, wondering if I should continue.

She whipped a look at me. “And then what? Do you have other guests??”

“There was a man who came to the door right before you got here. He said that he wanted me to bring him back.” I glanced around for my ghostly visitor.

Annabelle stiffened. “You mean there are more ghosts roaming around? I told you this place
was creepy as hell. But you wouldn’t listen.” She rubbed her arms.

“Okay. I’m listening now. But there’s nothing I can do about it now other than try to get rid of them.” I shook my head.

“Good luck with that. Now that you can bring back the dead, they’ll all hear about it soon enough. This place will be crawling with ghosts.” Annabelle stood, then grabbed my arm. “We need to get out of here.”

“I can’t leave. This is my home.” I waved my arm through the air to showcase the place.

I knew what she really meant was she needed to get out of there. If I went with her, great, but if she had to leave me behind that was just an unfortunate fact of life.

Nicolas’ car inched down the driveway, the pebbles crunching under the weight of the tires.

“I’ll have to worry about fixing this after my dinner with Nicolas. I can’t tell him I have to cancel because I have to cast a spell to get rid of a woman I brought back from the dead.” My stomach was still clenched tight.

“Yes, I can see where that would be a bit awkward. What are you going to do with her in the meantime?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you want to entertain her?”

Her eyebrows rose.
“A ghost? No way.”

“She’s not a ghost anymore.” I smiled despite the uncertainty.

“I don’t know who she is, so unless you force me, I’ll pass.” She adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder.

“You know I’d never force you.” I grinned.

“You forced me to go on that roller coaster one time.” She grimaced, remembering the plummeting to earth, no doubt.

“I did not. I merely suggested that you were a chicken if you didn’t do it.”

Nicolas approached and cut off our conversation. I hadn’t thought it possible, but Nicolas looked even better in the natural light. His charcoal-black hair was tousled in all the right places. He flashed his perfect white smile showing off his high cheekbones. It was next to impossible not to stare with a gaping mouth at this man.

“Not a word of this to him, okay?” I whispered.

“I promise,” she said.

Nicolas smiled broadly. “Hello again,” he said to Annabelle.

She smiled in return and I thought she blushed a little too. He had that effect on women.

“Are we still on for seven?” Nicolas asked.

There was unintentional seduction in his eyes. He couldn’t stop his sex appeal no matter how hard he tried. Not that he was even trying.

I smiled. “Yes, I’ll be ready.”

“I’d better go,” Annabelle said with a wink.

“I’ll call you,” I said.

I wanted her to stay. But what could she do? There was no way she could help me out of this pickle. I threw up my hand to her as she climbed back in her car. I tried to keep the sad look off my face.

Nicolas opened the door and I stepped into the foyer. The cat jumped out and made me scream out.

“Oh, he scared me,” I said, clutching my chest.

Surreptitiously I looked around. Where was she? I had to tell Nicolas about my new guest before she got to him. Hoping that Nicolas wouldn’t pick up on my strange behavior, I hurried over and peeked into the library.
Isabeau wasn’t there. I moved over to the parlor door and looked in. Nope. She wasn’t in there either.

I took a deep breath,
then released it slowly. Nicolas stared at me, so I knew I had to tell him now.

“Someone else is staying with me here at the manor. She just checked in this afternoon.” I rushed my words.

“Oh, that’s great.” His smile was as intimate as a kiss.

Yeah, that was what he thought.

I searched for the right words. “She’s a bit… well, she’s not shy. So let me know if she bothers you.”

Would she bother him? I mean, what guy wouldn’t love a beautiful woman flirting with him?

Nicolas froze. His body stiffened and I could have sworn his eyes changed colors for a split second. The stress really was getting the better of me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Nicolas’ behavior had taken a complete turn.

He gazed toward the staircase for a moment, then met my stare. Each time he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes I had to use every ounce of strength I had to look away.

“Nothing.
Nothing at all. Everything is fine. So I’ll see you downstairs at seven?”

I nodded. “Yeah, see you then.”

Nicolas climbed the staircase and I decided to find Isabeau. It was real torture having to watch Nicolas’ butt as he took each step. I made my way up the stairs after him, but stopped at the second floor as he continued on toward the third. As soon as my feet touched the landing, I headed straight for her door. It was closed, so I rapped against the solid wood.

After a couple seconds, she answered with a sweet smile on her face. “May I help you?” she asked.

I tried to place a forced smile on my face. “Do you need anything else? Are you comfortable?”

“Well, I am famished. Do you have any food?” She tapped her foot impatiently.

“Oh, there’s plenty in the kitchen. Please help yourself to anything you’d like… in the kitchen,” I added after I realized what I’d said. “I’ll be gone for part of the evening.” I internally slapped myself for that. Why had I told her?

“Oh, do you have a hot date with the other guest? What was his name, Liam?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

No, I didn’t have a date with that hot guest until tomorrow night. Tonight, I had a date with another hot guest. What the heck? How had I gotten myself into this crazy situation? I should cancel with both men. But if I cancelled I might never know what really brought them here. So I had a legitimate reason, right?

“Actually, there is another guest here tonight. I’m going to dinner with him. It’s his way of thanking me for allowing him to stay here.” I smiled to myself as I spoke.

“Is he a paying guest?” she asked with her hands placed on her hips.

“Well, yes,” I said defensively.

“Then you’re not doing him any favors and he doesn’t have to take you out to thank you.” She smirked.

Why was I even telling her any of this?

“He’s being polite. That’s something you might consider trying,” I said as I turned around and walked over to my room.

She scoffed. We’d definitely gotten off to the wrong start.

After making sure that the book was still in the spot where I’d hidden it, I pulled a red dress from my closet. I only had a few dresses, so it wasn’t hard to pick which one to wear. Since I never went anywhere nice enough to dress up, there was no reason to spend money on clothing I could never wear. This one had a scooped neckline, a fitted bodice and a Fifties-style full-circle skirt in a stunning red jacquard fabric with pretty gold paisley print.

Even though my anxiety increased at the thought of being alone with Nicolas, I jumped in the shower, slipped into my dress and heels, then attempted to do hair and makeup.
It would have been easier to say no to him and forget all about dinner. But I couldn’t be rude, right? I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Well, this was as good as it got. I hoped Nicolas approved. I spritzed on perfume, then stepped out into the hallway and locked the door behind me.

Isabeau
was standing in her doorway staring at me. As she leaned against the doorframe, she studied her fingernails, then looked up at me again.

“Have a nice time,” she said with a fake smile.

I knew I wouldn’t have a nice time. Because I’d worry about what she was up to the entire time. She’d managed to ruin any chance of me having a nice time.

“I will,” I said through an equally fake smile.

As I was making my way down the stairs to meet Nicolas the doorbell rang again. Things were quickly spiraling out of control. Was it the elderly ghost again? If Nicolas was already waiting for me down there, how would I explain that to him?

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I let out a sigh of relief to see that Nicolas wasn’t there yet. The only sound was the ticking of that darn grandfather clock. Even the cat was nowhere in sight. It was just as well that he hid after scaring the life out of me earlier. I glanced at the time. It was exactly seven. What if Nicolas decided not to show up? My heart sank a little at the thought. It was probably for the best though. After all, I didn’t even know him.