Page 9 of Head Witch in Charge (The Sherwood Witches #2)

Leona…

Maybe it’s because it’s Vegas, or maybe it’s because I know what I have to do as soon as I get home, but the second we stop in front of the Hunka Hunka Burning Love Wedding Chapel, I know exactly what outrageous thing I want to do.

I jerk to a stop in front of the huge window with its neon sign advertising old-magic temporary handfast marriages. “You up for something completely unexpected?”

Erik looks at me with a skeptical expression. “I’m not sure either of us is ready to get married.”

“It’s only temporary,” I reassure him. “You know how weak old magic is; it’ll probably only last until sunrise.”

He looks down at me, some emotion lurking in his eyes that I can’t read. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Was I sure?

Yes.

No.

Mostly?

What I know deep down all the way to my bone marrow, though, is that this will be the last chance I’ll have to do something that isn’t all about making the best choice for the Sherwood family.

I love my family. I want the best for them.

But I also just want to be me every once in a while.

Next year I’ll become the family matriarch, get married to one of the politically smart matches my mom picked out, and never have a chance like this again.

It’s now or never.

“Come on.” I open the doors and tug him inside what looks like a shrine to Elvis and old magic. “We’ll be laughing about this for years.”

He gives me a quick kiss that only makes me want more. “How can I say no to you?”

I’m high on the rush of doing something unexpected and amusing just because I can.

There’s no family obligations or expectations, no spying eyes taking pics for gossipy WitchyGram accounts, and no logical reason to do this at all.

I’m here because it’s fun. It’s Vegas. It’s a tiny, temporary rebellion from being Leona Sherwood, heir, with all the weight that carries.

Even head witches in charge just want to have fun. It’s not like anything could go wrong.