Witching For Joy (Premonition Pointe #3) - Deanna Chase Page 0,21

was wearing black leggings and a flowy deep-purple top that was cinched at the waist.

“We only put out the candles,” Grace said, getting to her feet and hugging Joy. “We still need to uncork the wine.”

“I’m on it!” Gigi held two bottles up and grinned, her amber eyes glinting from the moonlight.

“Make mine a double.” Joy sighed as she sat next to Gigi and immediately found herself engulfed in another hug. The movement took her by surprise. Gigi wasn’t exactly the most touchy-feely witch in the world. Or at least she hadn’t been before, but maybe she was making up for it now that she’d joined their coven.

“How are you doing?” Gigi asked her. “Grace filled me in on everything. It’s a lot to deal with.”

“It is. But I don’t want to make this all about me. Kyle is going to be okay. He’s just out of commission for a bit. It’s really Harlow and Carly I’m worried about. I just wish I could do more for them.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Grace said, lifting her tote bag in the air for everyone to see. “And that’s why I brought supplies. We just need to decide which spell to try first.”

Joy raised an eyebrow at her friend. “Have you been researching spells, Grace?”

Grace grinned. “Why yes, I have. In fact, I spent all afternoon pouring over my books. After my showing today, I needed to do something to occupy my mind. Otherwise, I was going to pace and stare at the phone for hours, mentally willing my client to make an offer.”

“How did it go? Was he interested?” Gigi asked. “I can’t imagine he isn’t. That place is gorgeous. If I’d had that kind of budget, I wouldn’t have hesitated.” Gigi had recently moved to Premonition Pointe and had purchased a lovely, albeit haunted, home right on the beach. It wasn’t a compound with its own private beach, however.

“I could see you there,” Grace said with a kind smile. “It’s classic and yet, otherworldly, just like you.”

“That’s… really kind of you to say,” Gigi said, glancing away and looking a bit shy.

That’s new, Joy thought. Gigi wasn’t exactly a shy woman. She had a backbone of steel that had helped her bring down her abusive ex-husband.

“Anyway,” Grace said. “I just couldn’t get a read on the guy. I think he liked it. He spent a long time checking the place out, kicking the tires and looking under the hood, but he didn’t give me any indication of his intentions. I’ll just have to wait and see what he does.”

As Joy sat and listened to Grace describe her favorite parts of the house, she watched her. Grace had divorced recently, started a new job, and even had a younger boyfriend who was just perfect for her. She’d always been a strong, capable woman even before her husband left her for the office receptionist, but after she’d been on her own, she’d really blossomed. Now she was everything Joy always wanted to be—successful, independent, content, and in love with a man who adored her. Joy could have that, too, right?

Of course she could. Though she had a hard time seeing Troy as her love-interest. She needed more commitment and stability than he could offer. Didn’t she?

Joy shook her head. This wasn’t the time to be contemplating her life choices. They needed to find Harlow.

When Grace finally sighed and took a long sip of the red wine Gigi had handed her, Joy leaned forward and asked, “Are you going to teach us the finding spell we’re going use on Harlow, or were you hoping we’d all fall so hopelessly in love with the Emsworth estate that we’d all pool our money and form a commune?”

“Very funny.” Grace rolled her eyes. Then she raised her eyebrows and asked, “Do you think that’s an option? I’m down for a shared real estate investment.”

“Good try, Gracie,” Hope said, chuckling. “But unless we figure out how to conjure money, I think we’re SOL.”

“It’s a nice dream.” Grace took another long swig of wine. “Fine. We’ll leave the daydreaming for another time. Let’s get down to business.”

Joy shifted anxiously. Normally, she loved the meetings with her coven on the bluff. But they very rarely did spells that were so important, and they were never a matter of life and death. Usually they did intention spells or glamour spells or blessings. Not finding spells, which normally were rife with ethical issues. It wasn’t that she felt any sort of remorse