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After listening to yet another complaint, I grinned and hung up the phone. The delectable magic aroma of our chocolate Siren cake had once again ensnared customers from every bakery in town. Earlier, I'd propped open the cafe door and let the alluring call of the chocolate waft out into the street. Ten minutes later, a line of people wrapped around the block and our phone rung with protests from our competition.

I grabbed a cloth and wiped the fingerprints from the glass display. The names of today's treats made me smirk as I read them: Cauldron Cakes, Magic Spiced Muffins, Levitating Cupcakes, and Cupid's Heart Cookies.

It reminded me of when my sister, Lilly, proposed the name Spellfully Delicious Bakery and Cafe for our shop. I thought she'd lost her mind.

"No way, are you insane? We can't call it that," I said.

She flashed me a smile that made her blue eyes sparkle like rippling water. "What? Bay, it's perfect. No one's gonna suspect we're witches with an obvious name like that."

As always, she was right. Even the local newspaper played along with the cafe's theme in their review. Spellfully Delicious Bakery & Cafe. Their wicked brews, charming desserts, and enchanting decor will have you under their spell the moment you walk in. If you stay for an insightful tarot card reading, you'll likely make this a regular visit on your cauldron list.

The clipping was pinned to the corkboard next to the menu on the wall. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. I couldn't help it. Connor said he had something special planned for tonight. Curiosity was killing me, and I was thoroughly distracted from completing even the smallest task. Lilly had teased me all day about how he was the one.

"You've been dating him for months. I thought you'd be past the school girl crush phase by now," she'd said. Then she shooed me out of the kitchen, so I wouldn't create another baking catastrophe for her to clean up.

I dropped the cloth in the sink, grabbed the tarot cards from underneath the register and the pot of tea off the counter. Here's hoping a couple of tarot readings can keep my mind off him for another hour.

I poured a cup of tea, nestled into my chair at the reading table, and tied my flour-covered, auburn locks into a messy bun. My fingers strummed against the cards making them snap together with each shuffle. When I glanced back at the clock, another five minutes had gone by. My first reading was late.

I watched people come and go from the cafe while I waited. Lilly was talking to someone on the phone and had the cord wrapped around her hand.

"Thanks for letting us know," she said, ending the call.

She looked over at me and shook her head, that was enough for me to know my client had canceled. I took a sip of my tea just as the chimes above the door jingled.

A woman in her early thirties stepped over the threshold and wandered up to the counter. She stuffed her cell into the back pocket of her jeans and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

She pushed her glasses up to rest on top of her chamomile blonde hair. "I hear your desserts are a sensual explosion of taste, texture, and aroma. One of my girlfriends swears they're better than a boyfriend."

My sister grinned like she was trying to hold back a laugh and dusted her hands off on her starch white apron. "Don't think we've had a review quite like that before."

"Oh--she's just got through a bitter break-up and has sworn off men. She boasted that at least your desserts would be here whenever she needed them, unlike her ex." She covered her mouth with both of her hands and glanced around. "I can't believe I just blurted that out. You probably think I'm a total loon."

"Nah." Lilly waved a hand, dismissing the woman's concern. "Tell your friend when she comes back, I'd love to read her cards. I think she'd be a hoot to do a reading for."

"A reading?"

Lilly pointed in my direction. "My sister, Bay, is doing them today. She has an opening right now. Interested?"

I held up a tarot card, then stuffed it back in the deck and gave them another shuffle.

She glanced her watch and then back at me. "I don't know."

"She's usually booked for months," Lilly said over the woman's shoulder. "Besides, something tells me you might have a question you'd like answered."

Her eyes widened, and she nodded. "You know, I actually do have a question." She turned toward the table. "Sure, why not. Maybe it's fate she has an opening today."

She placed her purse at the foot of the chair and perched on the edge of the seat like a bird ready to take flight with any sudden movement.

"I'm Bay." I drew the privacy curtain, then held my hand up to my mouth like I was letting her in on a secret. "I'm the smarter sister."

She giggled, and tilted her head, staring into my gaze. "You have the coolest eyes I've ever seen." She crinkled her nose and glanced at the table. "Sorry, I know that was completely off topic, but they are really are amazing."

People often commented on my eyes, with one sage green and one cornflower blue, they were kind of hard to miss.

"Thanks." My cheeks warmed with her blatant staring and open compliments. "I guess I take after my mom--and dad."

"I'm Rachel by the way." She brushed her finger along the edge of a card. "I'm new to the whole tarot card thing. What do I do?"

I poured her a cup of tea. "You said you had a question?"

"Do I." She rolled her lips and let out the breath she was holding. "I think my husband is cheating. I want to know if he's in love with someone else."

I smiled, not surprised. I got love queries like this all the time. At least the answers were always entertaining to read.

"I can see why that might be weighing on your mind," I answered. "Let's see what the cards have to say. To start, we need to shuffle them by mixing them up and place them in a pile."

She sorted the tarots into a stack, then I picked them up and laid them out face down in a Celtic cross spread over the table.

"The position of the cards show the past, present, and future. They also present influencers to help guide you."

I turned the cards over one at a time. The first depicted a heart with three swords piercing though it. It signified not only were there three people in this relationship but the pain stabbed at her heart.

Only one card up and already something was going on here. I turned over the next card.

"The moon?" she said reading the title at the top of the card. "What's that mean?

"Well," I paused wondering where to begin. "The meaning of cards changes depending on where they're placed in the spread. Here," I paused and pointed to the card, "in the obstacle position, it means there's a hidden side of him you don't know about that's keeping you apart."

I picked up the card and passed it to her so she could get a better look at the picture. "If it was in the outcome position, it might mean you long to be with each other, but something is blocking you from being together all the time."

"Like the path separating the dog and the wolf?" she pointed to the pictures on the card.

"Possibly, or maybe there's another entity that's controlling things." I moved her finger down to the crayfish in the picture ready to snap at the heels of the two canines.

I flipped over an upside down three of cups. This guy was definitely cheating on her. "What I can tell you, is you're right to question him. With part of him shaded and a reoccurring three, there's a strong sense that there is more than just the two of you in this relationship."

With each new card I flipped over, it didn't take a psychic to see where her storyboard was going.

"You've seen the signs but can't actually prove it. You feel he's hiding something, and the cards say he isn't telling you everything--a part of him is shaded."

Her eyes went wide, and she took a sip of her tea. "I told him that this morning. That I was tired of him keeping me at arm's length and not telling me everything."

I squinted at the images to see if something filtered through--nothing. "How deeply he's involved with this other woman isn't clear. It could be something new."

"Also, the tower card points to a shift or recent happening in your relationship that shouldn't be ignored."

"You can see all that?" She lowered the cup from her lips, entranced by the cards.

A vision of a man shrouded in shadow kept playing in my mind. Then a series of psychic pictures breached my thoughts. Rachel, crying with a doctor patting her hand. An empty nursery, a shattered cup, a closed door, an unslept-in bed, like a broken faucet, the images continued to flow from her.

"He comes from a big family and has always wanted children," she paused and sniffled, then lowered her gaze, "but that's just not something I'm able to give him."

This might be the most depressing reading I've done. Is there anything positive in these cards? I scanned them another time.

"There's good news too. The queen of pentacles, shows you have the inner strength and intuition to follow through on your chosen course. And you have someone willing to help you get through this."

She cupped the teacup in her hands. "What's does the wheel of fortune card mean?"

I thumbed the card and then glanced up at her. "Well, in the outcome position, it suggests after all is said and done you'll be better off."

She gave a weak smile and pulled her purse from the floor. "Ironic, isn't it?"

"What's that?"

"Our anniversary is tomorrow." She stood up and pushed the chair in. "That's why I came in."

I drew back the curtain, she ducked underneath it, and I followed her to the counter.

"I wanted to make a special dinner for the two of us. But who am I kidding? I know he's not true to me." She crossed her arms and glared at the menu board. "Now, all I want is for him to choke on the cake, not eat it."

She bit her lip, then covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry. My mother always said I couldn't keep my thoughts inside my head."

With each new comment she randomly blurted, the more I liked her. "Totally fine. I wish everyone could be as forthright."

"So, what will it be?" Lilly asked peering over my shoulder.

"Well, my husband can't get out of talking to me if we're having dinner. Maybe I will place an order." The corners of her lips turned up. "What's the Bake-a-Wish cake?"

"Oh--that's a custom order," I answered.

"We like to have a little fun baking that one," Lilly said, grabbing another set of tarot cards from underneath the register. "You make a wish, then pick a tarot card, and we bake it into the cake."

Rachel furrowed her brows. "You bake the card?"

I chuckled and gave Lilly a shove. "No--not the tarot card, the wish."

Rachel giggled and placed her wallet on the counter. "I don't care how gimmicky that sounds. I'm so in." She grinned and wiggled her fingers. "Give me those cards."

Rachel slid a card from the deck, placed it in the envelope Lilly had given her and handed it back with her payment.