Page 67 of I Do, or Dye Trying

“YOU DID GOOD,BIANCA,” Georgia Beaumont said to me. “Did you know that Gabe would fall for my Josh when you slipped that potion in his drink?”

“No,” I answered honestly. “I don’t even know if Gabe drank his coffee that morning, and even so, it might not have worked.”

“What do you mean?” Dylan asked. Gabe’s brother was such a sweet young man, and I loved watching over the guys with him and Georgia.

“Gabe had to believe that the spell was possible for it to have worked on him. I had no idea if he believed or not; I just knew I wanted to try,” I explained to Dylan. “Even if Gabe believed, the potion only made it possible for him to see his true love. It didn’t make him fall in love. As you saw, he still had to put in the time and effort.”

“So, Gabe and Josh falling in love was all their doing and not the work of a spell, magic, or juju?” Georgia asked.

“That’s right,” I said. “I was just responsible for the shattered mirror.”

“Too bad you weren’t around to help me out,” Georgia said somewhat bitterly. “Then again, maybe it happened the way fate intended. At least they’re going to bring children into my home.” I didn’t bother pointing out to her that it was no longerherhome, buttheirhome. I thought she was going to have an angelic meltdown when they started remodeling the place, but she approved in the end.

“Oh man, I can’t wait,” Dylan said. “Gabe is going to be an incredible father.”

“As will Josh,” I said.

We enjoyed the Roman-Wyatt’s Halloween party from up high. Dylan and I danced to the retro music while Georgia tapped her toes in time to the beat while she kept an eye on the activities below. Something good must have happened because she threw her head back and laughed boisterously.

“I was going to say it was too bad you didn’t help the town vet with Josh two-point-oh there, but I can see that the strapping stud is taking matters into his own hands,” Georgia said.

I peered down through the clouds and saw that Kyle had tossed Chaz over his shoulder and was heading toward the door. Chaz was wiggling to get loose, but the hunky vet slapped his hand sharp against the younger man’s leather-clad ass.

“Get the popcorn ready,” Dylan said. “This ought to be good.”

The End!