Enchanted Ever After. Robin D. Owens

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other block party, Kiri would’ve gone in jeans and layered tanks, the top with a sparkly design. For Jenni Weavers, it meant pressed beige linen pants and white, man-style shirt with tiny beige pinstripes and cuffs. Kiri was glad she’d gotten only a temporary tatt of the Fairies and Dragons logo and it had worn off a long time ago. That would have been over-the-top fan-girl.

      Her pants were a little loose—power walking around the Circle and down to the small business district had its benefits, as long as she didn’t stop at the gelato shop.

      She slipped on her lucky silver bracelet and hurried to the kitchen to pick up the huge pan of still-warm brownies she’d made for the potluck.

      As soon as she exited her house, she could hear the cheerful noise of voices at Jenni’s home. “You’re going to be fine. You like the neighbors you’ve met,” she reassured herself. “Amber and Rafe Davail, Jenni’s guy, Aric, and the gay couple, Dan and Frank. You’ll find something to talk about.”

      The Mystic Circle people seemed nice, really, a real community, almost a family. Since Kiri and her parents weren’t close—hell, Dad was in Baja and Mom in Florida—and they’d emotionally abandoned her as a child, and neither had the same values as she—Kiri had the hope of joining this extended family. One more reason Mystic Circle appealed to her, she’d heard they were a tight community. Another thing she wanted to accomplish today, get further along that path to being accepted.

      And if Kiri was going to work with Jenni Weavers, she’d better learn how to speak to her without stuttering.

      Kiri turned and locked her door, stopped at the junction of Mystic Circle and Linden and checked for vehicles. Nothing. Crossing Mystic Circle, she skimmed the south edge of the park, taking a few seconds’ time to watch the koi, sluggish this morning in the shadows. She drew in a deep breath of flowers, including a lush bank of roses—the thick and heady last scents of summer. Then she walked to Jenni Weavers’s place, number eight. Kiri was invited; she’d be welcome.

      Would the man she’d seen last night be there, or had she been in a haze of work exhaustion and created him from the shadows of the park?

      Had he really said he was from Eight Corp’s human resources, the company that had the job she wanted? Well, if he was at the neighborhood party, she’d see him.

      She strode up the steps to Jenni’s house and saw a brass plaque: Emberdrakes. Right! Right, Jenni wasn’t Jenni Weavers but Jenni Weavers Emberdrake—or, maybe, like the guy the night before had said, Jindesfarne Mistweaver Emberdrake. Very cool name and Kiri had better remember it. Names were important.

      Another big breath and then she went through the enclosed porch and was at the front door. She rapped with the silver Hand of Fatima knocker.

      Aric, Jenni’s husband, opened the door. He was a tall man with wide shoulders who looked like he had Native American blood. Again the recollection of the guy from the night before wisped through her mind in comparison. Aric had the build she preferred, but the man she’d met earlier had certainly been interesting.

      “Hello,” Aric said. “It’s Kiri, isn’t it? Number one?”

      “Yeah.”

      He offered a huge hand and she propped the brownie pan on her other arm and put hers in his and got a quick shake before he stepped aside and held the door wide. “Welcome. Appetizers are on the kitchen counter, salads et cetera in the dining room, and we’re grilling in the back.” He glanced down at her brownies and laughed. “Brownies. We all love brownies and chocolate, but don’t often make them. Can be confusing.”

      “Huh?” Kiri said.

      A charming smile from Aric. “Sorry, neighborhood in-joke.”

      “Oh.” She wanted to learn all the in-jokes, wanted to be truly a part of the neighborhood.

      “But we’ll really appreciate your brownies,” Aric said. Since he noticeably swallowed as if saliva had pooled at the thought of the taste, Kiri believed him.

      “Good,” she said.

      “The dessert table is in the back, too.”

      His stride was long and fast. She got tingles when she entered the house. Evidently her nerves about the job were twitchier than she’d expected. But she wanted the position, the career, so much.

      And now she’d lagged behind Aric and had to hurry through the kitchen and sunroom to the backyard. That space, too, seemed to have...a little something extra. A little more of the feeling that the whole cul-de-sac had. Increased ozone, maybe.

      The smell of sizzling meat teased her nostrils. She glanced over and nearly froze in place. Jenni Weavers—no, Emberdrake!—was at the grill. Kiri recognized her from web pics. The woman wore a red apron and poufy white chef’s hat and wielded a long fork as if it were a weapon.

      But Jenni in the flesh was more vibrant than her photo, dark red hair instead of red-brown, light brown, very sparkling, eyes.

      Kiri wrenched her gaze away to sweep over the people. Almost all of the residents of Mystic Circle were there along with folks Kiri didn’t recognize, a few guests, she supposed, clumped together in small groups talking. About fifteen people. The guy from last night—who would not have pointy ears or a shimmer to his skin that must have been some cloud-cast or rising moonlight illusion—wasn’t there.

      Kiri wasn’t disappointed. Really.

      Something bumped Kiri’s knee and she joggled the pan. What? She looked around and saw an old, fat cat lying in the sun. Neither of the Davails’ yellow Labs were close, they ran back and forth along the iron barred fence to the north—the Davails’ place—with the occasional bark.

      Tamara Thunderock walked to Kiri and swept the pan from her hands even as Kiri lost her balance again. She windmilled. “Wow,” she said. “Good catch. I think my ankle twisted.” She wasn’t sure what had happened and offered a weak smile to the woman, who was even shorter than she. Kiri was about five feet five inches, but Tamara stood a good four inches shorter.

      “Brownies,” Tamara said. “You have to watch out for them.”

      “Yes, nearly dropped them,” Kiri said.

      “Your treats look fabulous.”

      Since Tamara was a baker, a pulse of satisfaction went through Kiri at her praise. “Thank you.”

      Brows raised, Tamara said, “If you want one of these, I suggest you get one right away. They’ll go fast.”

      “That’s okay,” Kiri said and relaxed enough for her smile to widen. “I got enough when I cleaned up the bowl and the spoon.”

      There was a little moan and Kiri blinked. She wouldn’t have expected that from Tamara; the woman worked with goodies all day long.

      “I’ll just put this on the table, why don’t I?” Tamara said, not meeting Kiri’s eyes. The smaller woman’s gaze was fixed on a lower point. “I’ll make sure the brownies are taken care of. There will be no more accidents.”

      “Sure.” Which meant Kiri had to suck up her courage and greet her hostess and heroine, Jenni Emberdrake.

      So she did, after hoping her smile was sincere and discreetly

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