Witch's Diary: A Paranormal Urban Fantasy Tale (Lost Library Book 4) by Kate Baray Page B

Jack. “And what’s up with you coming?”
    “I suspect I’m being hired.” He glanced in Lizzie’s direction and said, “But I’d go even if it wasn’t official. You”—he pointed a finger at Kenna and gave her a look—“need a keeper. You’re a mess.”
    John stirred from his corner. “I can’t go, and Harrington’s not an idiot. He’s targeted two people I trust but aren’t pack members. And I doubt you could keep Max away.”
    Kenna ignored the comment about Max. She’d forgotten that John worked out some special schedule so that he could maintain his position as leader of the Texas Pack and travel with Lizzie to Prague, London—wherever she needed to go to get spell-caster training and work with IPPC. It had all seemed so neat and tidy—until now. Now Lizzie had to go, but John was “on duty” as pack leader for at least another week. Crap. This was all her fault for getting her friend mixed up in her drama. Kenna growled. “Shit. This is Margot’s fault.”
    Lizzie gave her a worried, you’re-a-crazy-lady look. “Right. This is definitely Margot’s fault.” Turning her attention to John, she said very calmly, “I’ll be too busy with my project to leave the IPPC library. So much as you’d like Jack and Max to keep an eye on me, that’s not the plan.”
    John didn’t respond, but Kenna knew they’d have a lively discussion on the way home. The tick in his jaw was a dead giveaway.
    “It wasn’t really the plan to split up the dynamic duo. I’m really sorry this messes with the grand plan you guys had worked out with the Pack.” Kenna might be sorry—but she’d still do it. This was her mom they were talking about.
    John made a grumbling sound. “It was going to happen. I just wish we’d gotten through our wedding, maybe had a honeymoon, before it did.” He sounded like a grumpy, growly bear.
    Kenna tried not to laugh at his turn from seriously pissed to grumpy—because she knew it had to be a combination of nerves, rampaging hormones, and hysteria that let her find humor in anything that happened today.
    Lizzie walked over and put one arm around John, hugging him close to her. “Clearly you were delusional to think that was a possibility.” She grinned up at him. “But I still love you, delusions and all.”
    The mushy, couply sentiments the couple was sharing must have triggered baby thoughts, because Kenna suddenly remembered her appointment. “Dammit. I have an OB appointment. I cannot miss this appointment. Finding a doctor that takes new patients, let alone getting an appointment this quickly, is a miracle. I have no idea how Mom did it. We can’t get a flight that soon anyway, can we?” Kenna rolled her eyes. This was Harrington. “Silly question. Of course we can.”
    “When is the appointment?” Jack asked.
    “Two this afternoon.”
    Jack nodded. “I’ll take you and we can head out from there.”
    She’d planned to go with her mom so she wouldn’t be terrified, freaked out, and alone. Baby daddy Max was out of the question. Just meeting Max at Eastside yesterday—a comparatively neutral location—had frazzled her emotions. She couldn’t even imagine him at the doctor’s office with her. So Jack it was. “Thank you, Jack.”

Chapter 7
    As Kenna hurried out of her doctor’s office into the lobby, Jack stood up. “Everything’s okay?”
    He sounded worried.
    Kenna could feel her face getting warmer and warmer. She kept going without pause, grabbing Jack’s arm as she walked by. “Sure. Come on. Let’s go.”
    She dragged him to the door with her.
    Once they were outside, he said, “What the hell is going on?” He shoved a hand through his hair then leaned close to her, and in a low voice asked, “Did you set something on fire?”
    “No! Geez.” Kenna could feel her face getting even hotter.
    Looking at her askance, Jack opened her car door. “All right—in the car.”
    “If you keep it up with the orders, at some point on this trip you