Miss Fortune by Julia London Page A

said immediately. So anyway, what if Flynn thinks Myron the leech is your boyfriend? Youll set the record straight. And listen, everyone had a bad experience or two in high school! Are you going to let that guide the rest of your life? Jesus, George Steinbrenner talked me into taking off my shirt in front of the entire football team, and I did it, but do you think I sit around moping about it now?
    The moment the words were out of Dagnes mouth, she made a tiny gasp of surprise, and she and Rachel sat there, staring at each other, until an unspoken agreement passed that they would leave that admission for another time.
    Not that George Steinbrenner, Dagne hastily clarified, and picked up her chopsticks. All Im saying is that you need to have a little faith. Lookit, I did a spell on Glenn and he called. I did a couple of spells on you and you got a job and youve got a cool guy interested in you, so
    Glenn called you? Rachel interrupted, dumbfounded. I thought you didnt like Glenn!
    Dagne shrugged. I was practicing something. So come on, just try believing for a week, and I really mean, just a week, and I promise, Flynn will find you again, and he will be interested in you, and he will not be afraid of your enormous butt or Myron.
    Rachel laughed. Okay, she said, I am willing to concede something witchcrafty may be going on here. But need I remind you that not all your spells are working? The weight-loss spell doesnt work for shit, thank you, and I dont have a real job yet.
    I never said a real job, Dagne said cheerfully.
    So if I believe do you think I mean, is it t possible Rachel stopped mere, couldnt believe such ludicrous thoughts were about to turn into words and come out of her mouth.
    What?
    Is it possible to do a spell that would make me you know, less tongue-tied or something? Rachel blurted, gesturing impatiently at her mouth, and then slapped her hand against her forehead as her own words filtered into her consciousness. Gawd , I am so pathetic! Listen to me, asking you to cast some spell that will make me less of a geek!
    Youre not a geek, Rach.
    Yes I am! she insisted, burying her face in her arms folded on the coffee table. Im so not used to guys, especially drop-dead gorgeous guys, and I dont know what to say, and all I want is for once, just once , to be, I dont know sexy.
    You are sexy, Dagne insisted, and bonked Rachel on the top of her head with her chopsticks. Anyway, this guy is already under your spell, and its only a matter of when hell find you, and he will be crazy about you.. You , Rachel.
    Thats so nice, she said with a smile, But I am hardly convinced. Come on, please?
    Dagne sighed, pulled the heavy spell book from her canvas bag. Youre such work, you know that? Living in some high school drama and worried about a perfectly fine ass. Of course youre sexy, Rachel! You think you have to look like your sisters to be desirable, and thats so maddeningly dumb for someone so smart that it just makes me want to scream . Look at you! Open your eyes! In fact, look at your eyes! You have gorgeous blue-green eyes, and all that black heroine hair, and you are very shapely! Do you know how many women would kill for that shape ? I wish I had your curvesbut okay, she said, holding up a hand as Rachel opened her mouth to argue, if you want a spell to make you desirable, well do one.
    Finally! Rachel said cheerfully, and got up, removed all the Chinese food containers as Dagne searched the spell book.
    After a half hour, she said Aha! and began jabbing her finger at one musty, pink page. Got it. The spell should encompass his senses. So, for example, scent. Every time he smells a certain scent, hell want you. She looked up, her eyes shining. We have to be outside this time. This one is all about the moon. Do you have gardenia oil?
    Rachel laughed. No. Does anyone have gardenia oil?
    Rose oil?
    No.
    Come on, you have to have something that smells really good, something natural.
    Rachel thought a moment, suggested