meant to adorn my feet.” After quickly shucking her ballet flats, she shoved her feet into the most comfortable heels she’d ever encountered and then flung her arms around her two friends. “I love you both, you know that?”
They both hugged her back. Joy kissed her on the cheek while Hope whispered in her ear, “Of course we do. Now, you walk into that office tomorrow and make Kevin believe he can’t go another day without hiring you.”
“Count on it,” Grace said, squeezing her eyes shut and praying she landed the job at Landers Realty. “If not… well, I might as well embroider my name on an apron, because the only other place hiring is the local diner.”
Hope cackled. “You can’t be a waitress. You’d dump a milkshake on the first person who ordered one.”
Joy laughed too and shook her head. “Or she’d take a bite out of the sundae before serving it. You know how she can’t resist chocolate fudge.”
“Okay, enough,” Grace ordered, but she couldn’t help laughing. They were right. She’d be a terrible waitress. But there was one thing she’d been doing for twenty years, and that was selling houses while her soon-to-be ex-husband took all the credit. There was nothing she wanted more than to be hired at the competing firm so she could outsell his cheating ass. She’d already gotten her license, now she just needed contacts. And since all of hers technically belonged to her ex’s real estate office, they were off limits. “I’m obviously not going to be a waitress. I just need to convince Kevin Landers to hire me.”
“That won’t be a problem,” Hope said with finality as if it were already a done deal.
But Grace knew better. Kevin Landers wasn’t exactly her biggest fan after she’d helped her husband out negotiate him and his clients for years. “I doubt it will be easy to convince him,” she said. “But I’ll get there. Because if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s selling houses.”
“Here, here!” her friends chanted, producing their wine glasses and raising them in the air. “To Grace and her new job at Landers Realty.”
Grace clinked her glass to theirs, glanced at her shimmering shoes, and then downed her wine. The world seemed to slow for just a moment before suddenly, a sense of calm washed over her and she knew deep in her bones that everything was going to turn out exactly how it should.
Chapter Two
Grace slipped out of her front door and walked the half mile to the short path that led to the bluff overlooking the ocean. The wind was calm for once, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon, turning the sky a mix of pale orange and purple. She wrapped her sweater tighter around her body and quickened her pace.
Once she exited the high grass of the pathway, she noted the remnants of their coven meeting off to the left. Damn. She must’ve had more wine than she’d thought since she never left debris behind. That was sacrilege. But she ignored the litter for the moment and stepped right up to the edge of the cliff.
It was at that spot, at the edge of the Pacific Ocean with the waves crashing on the rocks below, that she felt most at peace. It was where she often went to center herself at the start of the day ahead. And today was important. She needed to be ready for her job interview. If she didn’t land the position at Landers Realty, she was going to either need to start an agency herself—which was more risk than she was willing to take—or commute inland to the valley an hour each way to work every day. She had a friend who’d already offered her a position if she didn’t get hired in Premonition Pointe.
“Please, Eos, goddess of the dawn,” Grace whispered into the morning air, “send me your strength and your blessings for these new beginnings.”
A slight breeze kicked up, ruffling her long locks and forcing gooseflesh to appear on her arms.
Grace smiled. “You heard me.”
The wind stilled and the morning took on a slightly eerie silence, despite the waves still churning below. The first time she’d experienced the phenomenon, she’d been a little freaked out. The sound of the waves shouldn’t just disappear. They were still battering the rocks. But she’d learned this magical time happened every morning. It was what calmed her, helped her focus, and fueled her for her day ahead.
Grace raised