Exclusive Excerpt from Witch You Were Here, by Maureen L. Bonatch
“So you’re saying you forgot what you did to me?”
Lucy started at his cocky demeanor. The high school grudge would need to be buried before she could act as his enchanted guide. Otherwise she might be tempted to overlook it if he accidentally spelled off a toe or two of his own during his transition. “What I did to you? What are you talking about? How about what you did to me?” Empathy temporarily forgotten, anger bubbled to the surface. She tapped her finger against her chest. “You’re the one who taunted me and made my life so miserable that I had to change my name.”
He sputtered a protest. “That wasn’t me.”
“Yeah, right. You can lay on the charm with the other ladies, but it won’t work on me. Remember, I’m a witch—”
“How could I forget?” Shane rose to his feet and braced hands on his hips.
“Apparently you did,” Lucy scoffed. “I’m a witch, so I don’t forget…anything. Ever.”
A scowl twisted his face. “Well, neither can I, thanks to you.” He removed his suit jacket and threw it over his chair. He unbuttoned his shirt.
Lucy’s mouth snapped open. One by one Shane released the buttons to reveal the tank top he wore underneath. The thin fabric emphasized the defined muscles of his chest. She swallowed. “What are you doing?”
“Providing you with a visual reminder,” he snapped. “Maybe this will stir your memory.”