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doing the inventory on the tumbled stones and crystals.” Ivy replied in a mater of fact tone.
    “Jeez! What did you do, mind control on them or something?” I joked.
    Ivy whipped her head up. “You wouldn’t know, but it is not ethical to work magick that impedes another person’s free will. It’s also against the rules to work magick on another person without their permission.”
    “Oh.” I said. Wasn’t that interesting? I hadn’t known that.
    “Besides, I didn’t have to resort to magick.” Ivy wiggled her eyebrows at me and grinned. “I bribed them.”
    I had to laugh. “With what?”
    “I promised to go to the skate park with them later and watch them practice.” She confided back in a whisper, so only I could hear.
    Aunt Gwen moved to the register to ring up her customer. “Be sure to wear your helmet, when you skateboard this afternoon, dear,” she said calmly.
    I jumped, and Ivy only shrugged. You’d think I would start to get used to it by now. But Aunt Gwen still caught me off guard. I was also starting to recognize that I really needed to learn more about telepathy: pronto.
    “I’ll go see if I can help them finish up.” Ivy headed over to help the boys.
    I took a clipboard myself and went to the rack of greeting cards to start counting. I wondered about Duncan and his jerk of a cousin, Julian. I was a little surprised at myself and my instant reaction. But there was something about that other guy that I truly did not like.
    I told myself to focus, and looked down at the list. Aunt Gwen had the card inventory separated by the company, the design, and the price of each card. All I had to do was count them, which was going to be hard to do given the disarray of the greeting cards. So, I set the clipboard down and started pulling the cards out of the rack. These cards were so pretty, with lots of magickal and mystical artwork and designs. But they were totally mixed up.
    As I organized them, I looked up to see Violet’s brothers leaving and waved at them as they headed out. I was getting ready to start counting cards when I saw Duncan Quinn. He was standing outside of the door, frowning through the glass, and into our shop.
    A moment later he opened the door and let himself in. I was fairly hidden behind the card racks so I had the chance to watch him and his expression as he came inside. I was interested to see how he’d handle it. I had observed that some people were curious and loved the store, while others occasionally freaked and left in a huff.
    My first reaction to my aunt’s store was surprise, and, okay I will admit it, delight. My mother had always discouraged anything mystical or what I suppose most people would call ‘New-Age’ in our home. Even though my father had quietly told me bedtime tales of faeries and the Gods and Goddesses when I was little, he had always kept his personal spiritual beliefs quiet. So I never knew or suspected about his family and their heritage.
    After looking around for a moment Duncan started to smile. I had a hunch he wasn’t looking at the wares, instead the old oak floor and brick walls were more likely grabbing his attention. When he spotted me behind the card rack, he grinned.
    “There you are.” He looked all around the store again and focused back on me. “Great looking shop,” he said enthusiastically.
    “Thanks,” I replied as I began to walk to him.
    Before I could take more than a few steps, my aunt walked up and moved between the two of us, effectively cutting me off. “Hello. May I help you?” While her tone was polite it was also frosty, very formal, and a bit stiff. It was totally out of character for Gwen.
    My stomach tightened in response to the tension suddenly surrounding my aunt and Duncan, which made me wonder if perhaps I was a little bit empathic, like Holly. I was sure picking up on emotions today. Seeing auras, feeling tingles from sexy men… it felt like somebody had flipped the switch to high on my sensitivity,