Forever Charmed (The Halloween LaVeau Series, Book 1) (3 page)

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me here with a ghost. You’re supposed to be my best friend!” I closed the space between us.

She grabbed my arms and looked me straight in the eyes. “I don’t want you to stay here. Get out while you can. This place is haunted and it’s creepy. They shoot spooky movies in houses like this one.”

“You are officially in panic mode.”

“You’re damn skippy I’m in panic mode. And you’d do well to turn on that switch too. Join me in my freaked-out state, won’t you?” If possible, her eyes widened even more.

“Take a deep breath and tell yourself that everything is fine. Repeat after me: ‘I
ain’t afraid of no ghosts.’”

“Okay, now you’re just making fun of me.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“What? Me? Make fun of you? Never.”

The look in her eyes told me that she wasn’t remotely convinced by my false bravado.

Annabelle shook her head. “Fine. But don’t come crying to me in the middle of the night when some ghost wakes you up and you freak out. I’ll be sleeping.”

I used my index finger to draw an imaginary cross over my heart. “I promise.”

I wasn’t about to let her in on the fact that I was more than a little creeped out. That would only cause her more terror. As far as Annabelle was concerned, I had always been fearless. My witchcraft ancestry made me invincible. I didn’t want to burst her paranormal bubble. Heck, I wouldn’t dare tell Annabelle about the pull that I’d felt from the book. The yearning desire I had to understand every single word between its old covers.

As she hurried toward the door, she called over her shoulder, “I was just joking about calling me, you know? You can call anytime you want.”

I nodded. “I know. Go help your mother with the yarn. I’ll be fine. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Thunder cracked and rolled across the night air, making me sit straight up in bed. Rain pounded against the window. Another crash of thunder rang out, but that wasn’t the only noise. I could hear a strange pounding coming through the wall. Was something happening up in that old attic? Had the old bones come to life?

I’d looked around upstairs after Annabelle left, and I’d found no intruders, no ghosts—nothing that could have made those creepy sounds. Maybe it really was the wind. But I could have sworn I heard a baritone voice whispering in my mind, calling out my name.

Halloween
LaVeau, Halloween LaVeau…

Now I was imagining things?
Hearing voices? Great. Insanity had officially set in.

The pounding echoed through the room. I caught my breath,
then slipped out of bed, shoving my feet into my slippers and grabbing my silk robe. As I inched along the hall and down the stairs, the knock rang out again. Someone was at the front door.

Who would be visiting at this time of night in the pouring rain?
A deranged killer, no doubt. I eased over to the door and peered through the tiny peephole. A dark figure stood on the stone veranda in front of the entrance. My chest clenched as I swallowed hard.

I couldn’t make out any features, but could tell by its size that it was a man. My heart thumped, warning me I shouldn’t answer, but responding to strangers was a big part of running a bed-and-breakfast. Turning away customers wasn’t exactly the best way to make my business successful. Maybe this was some poor man whose car had broken down. He probably just needed a place to crash.

Yeah, I could tell myself that all night long, but believing it was a different story. He’d probably hack me to death the second I opened the door.

A stone fence separated my property from the main road and a crushed pebble circle drive spanned the length of the manor. Beyond the veranda, swirls of fog cascaded along the ground. Through the peephole it looked like a scene straight out of a hokey vampire movie. The mist purred its way down the street and straight up my driveway.

Ignoring my gut instinct to bar the door and go back to bed, I called out, “Who is it?”

As if this man would come right out and tell me if he was a psychopath:
Hello, single vulnerable woman, I’ve come to chop up your body, stuff it in an oil drum, and bury you in the back yard. Would you let me in
?

“I saw your sign for a bed-and-breakfast. Do you have a vacancy?” he asked.

His voice was strong and smooth. He certainly didn’t sound like a killer, but what did a killer sound like? Once again, a mysterious pull willed me to open the door—this strange, yearning feeling that had become all too common since I’d moved into LaVeau Manor. I had to start learning to ignore my gut instincts—nine times out of ten they got me into trouble.

“I have a room,” I choked out.

Feeling like a crazy woman, I unlocked the massive carved walnut door with a turn of the old key and swung it open. He wore black. What else, right? He was dressed like a walking cliché: all that was missing was a cloak. The cut of his short, black hair emphasized his strong jaw, chiseled features and brilliant blue eyes. His gaze seemed to hold an electric charge. I wondered for a moment if I was dreaming. Had a mysterious handsome stranger really just emerged out of the misty night?

I thought again of turning him away, but instead I continued to move as if controlled by a force outside myself, stepping aside to allow the man to enter my home. He shook out his umbrella and walked in, placing the umbrella in the stand.

Light fell across his face. If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect my mother was involved in bringing Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome to my doorstep. It was as if someone had waved a magic wand and delivered the Perfect Man to me—all intense eyes and long lashes. On second thoughts, he was too dangerous-looking for her taste. 

“I’m glad I found you,” he said with a smooth drawl. I detected a sligh
t accent, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

Found me?
What did he mean?

He smiled as if he’d read my mind. “The weather is so bad that it’s impossible to drive on the roads. It was a stroke of luck that I found Enchantment Pointe.
Must be a great place to live.” He looked around the foyer, craning his neck to peek into the parlor.

I put on my best business face. I hadn’t yet had any guests come to stay at
LaVeau Manor and hoped I was coming across as a professional proprietor. “I’ll just get some information from you, then show you to your room.”

As I walked to my makeshift office in the back of the house, the same thoughts ran over and over on loop in my head. Who was this man and why was he driving through Enchantment Pointe in the middle of the night? I pulled out a clipboard with the information form I’d printed earlier that day, and a set of keys. Annabelle would flip out when she found out I’d had a stranger to stay without telling her.

When I returned to the foyer, the man was standing just where I’d left him. He fixed his gaze on me when I entered the room. Talk about uncomfortable. All I wore was a silk robe—okay, it was some form of satin—and my hair probably looked as if I’d styled it with a hand mixer.

“Please fill this out.” I handed him the clipboard, noticing his strong hands as he took it from me. He had an intricate silver ring on his right hand, but no band on the left. I stopped the thought, shocked to realize I was looking for a wedding ring. Had I lost my ever-loving mind?

As he grasped the pen and began writing, I fidgeted with the key. I’d decided to place him on the third floor, so I’d be able to hear him when he moved around. If he came down the stairs during the night, at least I’d be prepared if he really was a nutcase. I studied him as he continued to write on the paper, taking in his lean physique and broad shoulders. I was desperate to know what he was doing around these parts. Where had he been headed?

After a few more seconds, he finished and handed me the clipboard.
“All done.” He flashed a gorgeous white smile.

I glanced down at the paper to read his name. Nicolas Marcos.
Is he serious?
How exotic and sexy was that? Annabelle would have a heart attack when I told her.

I met his gaze.
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Marcos. My name is Hallo—My name is Hallie LaVeau.”

He took my hand and placed it to his lips. My heart rate increased as his mouth lingered there for a moment. His touch was smooth. I definitely didn’t trust a man with hands that smooth.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Halloween.”

I pulled my hand away as if a shark was about to take a chunk out of it. “How did you know my name is Halloween?” I stepped back, putting distance between us.

A small smile curved his delicious lips. “It was on the form you gave me. That’s quite an unusual name. I bet you had a tough time growing up.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Yes, no big surprise, of
course
I’d had a tough time fitting in in school as a witch named Halloween. And of course he’d seen my name on the form. Now I felt like a paranoid nutcase.

“You seem a little tense. I can imagine it’s tough for you to allow strangers into your home,” he said.

“Mr. Marcos, I have to ask, where are you headed? Not many people are just passing through Enchantment Pointe at this time of night.”

“I’m headed to New Haven. I have business in the city.” He smiled again.

I supposed asking what type of business would be just plain rude. I bit my tongue and refrained from being too darn nosey.

“Well, the weather is terrible. I don’t blame you for stopping,” I said, glancing over his shoulder at the rain pounding against the window. “If you don’t mind, I have a room for you on the third floor. I think you’ll find it very comfortable.” I pointed toward the staircase.

He looked me up and down and nodded. “I’m sure I will. Thank you, Mrs. LaVeau.”

“Ms.
LaVeau,” I repeated softly, like some kind of shy schoolgirl.

“You have a beautiful home, Ms.
LaVeau.” His gaze didn’t leave mine.

I fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. “Thank you. It was my
great-aunt’s. Well, it’s been in the family for hundreds of years. She was the last owner.”

Did he have luggage? And for that matter, where was his car? I hadn’t spotted it in the driveway.

“Would you like to get your bags?” I asked.

“I have a small case on the veranda. I wanted to make sure you had a room for me first.”

Okay, that made sense, but what about the car? “Is your car out there?” I asked, looking toward the door as if I’d see it.

“Actually, I walked. My car broke down just down the road.”

“Do you need to use my phone to call Triple-A?”

He stared for a beat before answering, then finally said, “Thank you, but I already called from the road.”