Anica knew about Big Knob, of course. Everyone in the magical world had heard of that peculiar little town filled with people clueless about the town’s magical heritage. When Anica and Lily were small, their parents had taken them for a drive down to Big Knob so they could see the streets laid out in the shape of a five-pointed star and the pentagon-shaped gazebo in the middle of a five-sided town “square.”
Anica remembered the place as quaint but not the least bit sophisticated. Dorcas and Ambrose didn’t look as if they’d fit in with the good folks of Big Knob, but somehow they’d managed to survive down there. Anica was grateful they’d stayed, though, because that placed them close enough to help in her hour of need.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the corner table.
Dorcas glanced up and smiled, but there was nothing jolly about her expression. Sympathetic was more like it. “You’re Anica.”
She tried not to read too much into that smile. “Yes. Thank you for coming.”
Ambrose pushed back his chair and stood. “It’s our pleasure.” He pulled out a chair. “Have a seat. Can I get you some coffee?”
“Uh, no, thanks.” She thought it was cute that he was offering her coffee in her own shop. “But is there anything more you’d like? On the house, of course. We have all sorts of pastries in the case.” She hoped that was true. She hadn’t been around to oversee reorders.
“We’ll probably go out for lunch after we talk with you,” Dorcas said. “So we’re fine.”
That reminded Anica of the expenses they were incurring on her behalf. “Listen, I’ve never asked for this kind of intervention before, and I’m willing to compensate you in whatever way you—”
“Wouldn’t hear of it,” Ambrose said. “We’re always glad for an excuse to get out of town. Big Knob’s okay, but after a while a person wants to—Dorcas, that was my foot you just kicked.”
“Was it? Pardon me. I just wanted to clarify how much we love our little adopted town of Big Knob.”
“Uh, right.” Ambrose blinked. “Love the place. Love. It.”
Dorcas leaned toward Anica. “I’ll admit that we were a little dissatisfied with the move to Big Knob in the beginning, but now we’ve made so many friends, and I’m godmother to several babies.”
“Ah yes.” Ambrose rolled his eyes. “The babies. When one of those babies comes to the house, everything has to stop, and I—Ouch, Dorcas! Quit kicking me.”
“You know you love those babies, Ambrose. Anyway, I’d hate for the council to hear that we weren’t thrilled to be there. They might transfer us.”
“But aren’t you both on the council?”
“We’re the most junior members,” Dorcas said. “That means we could be outvoted if the rest of the council decides we’d be more useful elsewhere. I don’t want them getting the slightest hint that that’s a good idea.” She glared at Ambrose.
Anica had a disturbing thought. “Is there a chance that you’ll get in trouble with the council by helping me and not telling them about it?”
“We’re not going to worry about that,” Dorcas said quickly. “Now, about your situation, I’ve—”
“No, wait.” Anica had enough guilt already, without adding the Lowells to the list of people she’d wronged. “I asked you to keep it quiet, but never mind about that. I’ve done some soul searching recently and I’ve decided that I’ve been way too concerned about my reputation getting ruined. If the council needs to know about this, please tell them.”
Dorcas laid a hand on her arm. “Listen, sweetie, I know how it feels to have the council pass judgment on you, and it’s not pleasant. I’d like to save you from that.”
“But not at your own expense.” She was determined not to cry. “Promise me you won’t put yourselves in a bad position because of me. I’ve created enough havoc already.”
“Okay, I promise.” Dorcas squeezed her hand. “Besides, I’m afraid there’s not much we can do to help you.”
Chapter 15
Anica left Wicked Brew in a daze. The rain pelted her and she didn’t even bother to put up her hood to protect herself. What a stupid fool she’d been to invoke that ancient curse when she’d known nothing about it. She’d spent her whole life avoiding impulsive behavior, and the one time she’d done something reckless she’d created a tangle that might never be undone.
By the time she walked back into the apartment her hair was soaked and water had dripped inside the collar of her coat. She was shivering with both cold and reaction to the news Dorcas had given her. They’d wanted to take her to lunch, buy her a stiff drink, or at least walk her home, but she’d politely refused. This was her problem, and she’d figure it out . . . somehow.
Lily took one look at her and dragged her back into the bathroom, shutting the door after them. “You look like shit on a stick, girl.” She helped Anica off with her coat before grabbing a towel and making Anica sit on the closed toilet lid while Lily dried her hair as if she were four years old.
“Oh, Lil. It’s a hundred times worse than we thought.”
Lily stopped drying. “Hang on a sec.” She went out the door and closed it after her. Within a minute she was back. “Jasper was right outside listening. I put him in the hall and closed the bedroom door, too. But just to be safe, let’s turn on the shower and keep our voices down.”
Anica nodded, ashamed that Lily had to do all the thinking.
“Now, tell me.”
Anica hoped she could without bursting into tears. Clenching her hands in her lap, she gulped back a sob. “The spell was created for rakes and scoundrels back in the 1700s. There is no counterspell, which is why I couldn’t find one.”
Lily sat down on the edge of the tub, the towel forgotten in her hands as she stared in horror at her sister. “So the spell is permanent?”
“No.”
Lily’s shoulders sagged. “So there is a way to lift it. Whatever it is, we’ll do it. We’ll dance naked in the moonlight on Michigan Avenue if we have to.” She brightened. “Is nakedness involved? Because naked magic is becoming a lost art that should be revived, in my opinion. We could—”
“We don’t have to do anything.” For once Anica was glad her sister was a fruitcake who loved the idea of dancing naked on Michigan Avenue in the moonlight. Lily was a great distraction.
She was also clearly disappointed her naked magic wouldn’t be called for. “What do you mean, we don’t have to do anything?”
“Jasper has to do it all.”
“Jasper?”
“It makes perfect sense when you know why the spell was created.” Anica’s love of history kicked in, which also helped calm her down. “In order to revert from being a tomcat, the man has to perform acts of kindness. In that way, he buys back time, which is granted to him in chunks on each side of midnight.”
“Okay, so saving the mommy cat gave him an hour last night.”
“I think so. I’m not sure what he did to get the first ten minutes the night before, but I’ll bet it had something to do with playing with Orion.”
Lily tossed the towel on the floor and stood. “So it’s tricky, but doable. Let’s go tell him.” She started for the door.
Anica jumped up and grabbed Lily by the arm. “You can’t do that.”
“I didn’t mean I would tell him. I think you should do the honors.”
“We can’t tell him at all, or the reversal won’t happen.”
“So how is he supposed to . . .” Her eyes widened. “He has to figure it out for himself.”
“Yes.”
Lily groaned. “Apollo’s ass. That could take freaking forever. What about your magic? Do you get it back in the same increments?”
“Unfortunately, no. My magic won’t return to me until the spell lifts completely.”
“Bummer.” Lily regarded her sister with pity. “Can you, like, give him hints?”
“Nope.”
“How about setting up situations where he’s likely to do the right thing?”
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“Nope. Once he correctly identifies the method by which he can change, we can help him search out good deeds, but not until then.”
Lily groaned again. “What a nightmare.”
“Dorcas has researched this problem. According to what she’s found, if he guesses what’s happening and asks me to confirm it, I can do that.”
“Whoopee. By the time that happens you’ll be climbing the walls in frustration.” Lily paused and glanced over at Anica. Slowly she started to grin. “Then again, maybe not.”
“Lily, this isn’t the time to be thinking of sex.”
“Why not? Seems to me he could do many acts of kindness in bed.”
Anica blushed. He already had, and she wondered if his gift of oral sex would count toward his minutes, and if it did, what he’d choose to do with all his extra time. . . .
Jasper wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting from Anica’s trip to see the witch and wizard, but he’d thought something would change around here, preferably him. Maybe he’d hoped she’d bring them back to the apartment for some kind of super session of magic with lightning bolts and stuff. At the very least he’d expected her to come back with a bag of evil-smelling but highly effective potions.
But so far this important face time with the witch and wizard had yielded a big fat goose egg. Anica hadn’t looked very happy when she’d come home, and then she and Lily had hidden in the bathroom for a long time. He’d hoped they’d come out with a plan, but if they had one, they weren’t telling.
Matter of fact, they both left. It was as if they’d given up on the whole program and abandoned him to his fate. At least he’d figured out one small part of the puzzle. So far whatever minutes he had as a man had been equally distributed on either side of midnight. That would likely continue, but unfortunately he couldn’t predict how much time that would be.
But worrying about his lousy situation didn’t help, so he slept a little. The rain continued to fall, and he spent a fair bit of his day on the windowsill, watching the drops hit and travel uphill. When he had no chance to be productive, he was amazed at the insignificant things that amused him.
Still, he had the urge to do something to improve his situation. Hopping onto the desk chair, he turned on the computer.
E-mail was out of the question. There was too much of it, and he couldn’t be his usual glib self one paw at a time. Besides, if he responded to one thing, people would expect him to respond to the rest.
Better to keep to the cover story that he had a flu bug that was hideously debilitating plus contagious, and he didn’t want to see or hear from anybody until he was himself again. Ha. If only his friends knew how unlike himself he was at the moment.
He could type a big-ass message to Anica, though. He had plenty to say to her, and he didn’t have to worry about hitting wrong keys or trying for that breezy tone his friends and work buddies were used to.
Once he’d typed the message, he cruised the Net and ended up going to sites involving animals. Inhabiting a cat’s body had made him far more interested in the animal world than he had been before. He discovered a site where clicking a button prompted a pet food company to donate a dollar to animal rescue. Back in his real life, friends were always suggesting he go on some site or other and do something like this.
He’d never taken the time, but today he didn’t have much else to do, so he clicked the donation button a few hundred times. Couldn’t hurt, and it felt good to do it, sort of like he’d felt when he’d led Anica to the mother cat.
Then he noticed a second button. This was for anyone who felt compelled to donate something themselves, in addition to what the pet food company was giving for the clicks. He thought about that for a while.
If he typed very slowly, he could probably enter his American Express number, which he still remembered. He’d never been much for giving to charity, except now he found himself thinking about the mother cat and her tiny, helpless babies whose eyes hadn’t even opened yet.
So he’d give twenty bucks. So what? Making sure he had the right numbers and expiration date filled in took some doing. He had to provide his address, which probably would mean more junk mail, but he was into the process now, so he painstakingly did that, too.
When he had the thing all ready to go, one more screen popped up and invited him to increase his donation and receive a free newsletter and a bumper sticker, neither of which he wanted. His twenty bucks looked a little puny sitting there in the donation space, though. He could certainly afford more.
Very carefully he added another zero, right at the moment he heard Anica’s key in the lock. She was home! He could finally get answers to the questions he’d typed. In his eagerness, he turned toward the door and his tail twitched, whacking the keyboard.
The distinctive click of a computer key made him glance back at the screen. What the hell? Had his damned tail accidentally added another zero to his donation? Fuckin’ A! He wasn’t giving away two grand to these people he’d never met!
Agitated beyond belief, he went back to the keyboard and tried to hit CANCEL, which was a small button. Instead he hit COMPLETE MY ORDER, which was a humongous button. He watched in horrified fascination as all that money disappeared into cyberspace.
Then a message flashed on, complete with a picture of a soulful-looking puppy. The cheerful message thanked him for his generous donation. It reminded him to expect his newsletter and his bumper sticker within the next two weeks.
Two thousand bucks. There went a flat-screen TV. Or a new sound system. Or season tickets for the Cubs. Or a trip to the Bahamas.
“Playing on the computer, I see.” Anica walked over to the desk.
Oh yeah, he’d been having big fun. He closed down the Internet connection, not wanting her to see what an idiot he’d been.
She set down a small bag before taking off her wet coat and draping it over the desk chair. Then she crouched down and stroked Orion, who had roused from his nap to come and greet her.
Jasper didn’t like Orion getting attention first. From his perch on the desk chair, he reached out a paw and batted at her hair.
“Hey!” She glanced up at him and laughed. “Jealous?” While continuing to pet Orion with her right hand, she scratched behind Jasper’s ears with her left.
He was truly embarrassed that he liked that so much, and even more embarrassed when he responded with a loud purr. Had he no pride? Apparently not, because he arched into her caress and purred louder.
“I went to your condo today and picked up your mail,” she said. “It’s in this bag, and I’ll open it for you if you want. I also took the messages off your answering machine and wrote them down.”
That was good news and bad news. He was glad she’d brought over his mail and snagged his messages, because even a guy down with the flu would do those things. But it was bad news because she must have abandoned the idea that he’d be able to do those things himself anytime soon.
She stopped petting both cats as she stood. “I also watered your plants.” She slipped off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the carpet. “Before I realized they were fake.”
Jasper knew he should be thinking about the mail, the messages and the questions he’d typed for her on the computer. Instead he was staring at her toes.
He hadn’t noticed before that her toenails were painted red. On their dates she’d always worn boots or closed-toe shoes, so he’d had no reason to notice. And last night he’d been too busy to pay attention to her toes.
But now he realized toes were the sort of thing that he could appreciate as both a cat and a man. If he were truly a cat he’d want to jump down and possibly play with them, especially if she wiggled them again. As a man, he wanted to suck them.
Then Orion suddenly leaped on him, but it was a friendly leap, a Let’s wrestle sort of leap. Jasper decided to oblige him. It was a satisfying outlet for his excess energy. As Jasper rolled around on the carpet with the orange tabby, he was vaguely aware of Anica humming in the kitchen. H
e could smell hamburger cooking.
This isn’t so bad, living here with Anica and Orion. The second the thought floated through his head he wrenched free of Orion and leaped up to the desk, thoroughly appalled. Good God, was he starting to like this situation?
Before Anica had come home he’d had a plan, which was to get her to answer some hard questions. Those questions were sitting there on the computer, but he’d allowed himself to be distracted. He’d made no effort to get her to read them and respond.
That was going to be remedied immediately. He touched a key and brought them up on the screen. Then he began to yowl as loud as he could, which sent Orion scurrying into a far corner of the living room.
Anica came running out of the kitchen. “Jasper! What’s wrong? Did Orion do something to you? I thought you were only playing!”
Jasper stopped yowling and put a paw on the computer screen.
“Apparently it’s not about Orion.” Walking over to the desk, Anica glanced at the screen. “That’s it? You wanted me to come and read what you’ve written?”
Jasper meowed.
“Sheesh. You didn’t have to scare me half to death, cat.”
Cat. Aiming with his paw, he slapped at the keys.
NT A CAT
“Yes, I know,” she said quietly. “Believe me, I know. Let me turn down the heat on the stove,” she said. “Then I’ll come back and read this.”
As if he had a choice. As if he had any power in this situation whatsoever. But he wasn’t going to let her forget about reading his questions. If she didn’t come back in two minutes . . .
But she did. Drying her hands on a towel, she came straight over to the desk and peered at the screen. “Uh-huh.”
His heart pounded faster as she hesitated. They weren’t hard questions, but she wasn’t leaping right out there with answers. He also noticed she was twisting the towel. She was nervous, which made him nervous.
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