Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,46
chest and was trying to rip out his heart.
He drank down the rest of his coffee. If he was successful in finding the history prof, maybe he would say something about Dr. Genneau. He fished in his pocket for the slightly crumpled napkin Dr. Barth had given him that day right at this same table. Yeah, Genneau had been here then too. Jimmy would have sworn the interest was mutual, but Dr. Barth had rushed off like a scalded cat, with a real cat in tow. Maybe it was because he knew he was getting married. But shit, was he marrying a guy? How come nobody had ever seen him? Or if he was marrying a girl, why did he seem so attracted to Dr. Genneau?
Jeez, this sexuality stuff was damned confusing. He was glad he just loved Lavender. He sighed. But that was confusing too. Sex with her had been the realization of a dream. Perfect in every way. He’d thought for sure she would say she would run away with him or tell her father she wouldn’t marry the other guy, but she hadn’t. He wanted to break something, preferably her father’s nose. Where the hell did the guy come off telling her what to do with her life? Damn! I’m going to confront the high-handed Russian bastard and tell him I’m marrying Lavender whether he likes it or not. But first…. Shit. He had to figure out what was going on with his there-is-no-spoon problem. He couldn’t ask Lavender to marry Neo, for crap’s sake. But the guy to tell him how to solve the problem was missing in action right now.
He reached for his cell phone.
Chapter Fifteen
Killian hung up the phone. What could be so important that Jimmy would call him at home? He could imagine, actually. If what the kid had hinted at the coffee shop was true, Jimmy could be freaking out. That was why he’d told the boy to come over. Didn’t want to read about him jumping off a bridge.
He walked into the kitchen and started some tea. Al followed along behind and jumped up on the small café table. Killian leaned against the counter. “Why do you suppose he has those powers, Al? There are a lot of humans with some degree of psychic sensitivity, but it could be witchcraft, and yet he doesn’t seem to have any knowledge of it.” He pulled some ginger cookies out of a cupboard and put them on a plate. “I don’t feel much like dealing with him, but I guess I’d better.”
Okay, that was all he could muster in the way of hospitality. He walked into the living room and flopped on the couch. Aloysius seemed to want to be his shadow today. Half the time he ignored Killian. The other half, he stuck to him like fuzzy Velcro. Killian leaned back and sighed. “I wish I could get Blaine out of my head. Maybe when the spell wears off? Do you think?” He glanced at Al, who lay on his stomach, paws in front, head on paws, and eyes staring up at Killian. Yeah, that was cat for you’ve lost your fucking mind.
He had lost his mind. His mind lived with a green-eyed physics professor. All he could think about. Probably lost his heart too. Was it just the spell? It seemed much more, but then he’d never cast a spell on himself before. Blaine was all he seemed to care about, but he had to get himself to care about the witches’ community. If people had been misinformed, he had to tell them. Who knew what it would mean, but living in ignorance was never an option.
His doorbell rang. More action than it had seen in years lately. That made two of them. He went to the door, Al right beside him, and opened it. “Come on in, Jimmy.”
“Hi, Professor. Hi, Al. Hey, cool place.”
“Thanks. I made us some tea and cookies.”
“I knew you’d get me to try tea.” The kid laughed. It was a happy sound, and Killian had to smile.
“I’ll doctor it up so you’ll like it. Go take a seat while I get it.” In the kitchen, he put the teapot, milk, sugar, plate of cookies, and two cups on a tray and carried them into the living room.
Jimmy jumped up. “I can help with that, Professor. Wow, positively upper class. Tea and all that.”
Killian put the tray on the coffee table and sat in a chair opposite Jimmy,