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“Taylor?”
    “Is he... wiccan too?”
    Nick laughs out loud at my question. “No, Taylor is not wiccan.”
    I feel foolish, but I’m sure of what I saw earlier. “Okay, what is he then?”
    Several moments pass before Nick asks, “What do you mean?”
    “The way he handled Calvin Stewart tonight… He had lots of controlled energy. I could feel it... He had Calvin on the floor so quickly.” I shake my head as if I’m still in awe of what happened.
    Nick takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, holding me close. “You are a very observant young woman.” He lowers his head toward mine, and before kissing me, he murmurs, “And very beautiful.” His lips are soft, warm, and gentle. He touches his tongue to my lips, coaxing them open as he deepens his kiss. The sound of Jake’s truck, in the driveway, ends the kiss. Nick leans his forehead against mine.
    “I want more of this,” he sighs. He kisses my forehead before stepping over to the couch and retrieving his coat. “Would you like to go out with me Saturday night? Go into Springfield for dinner and a movie?”
    I glance toward the kitchen as Jake comes in the back door, then at Nick. “Yes, that sounds fun.”
    Jake strides from the kitchen toward us. “Hey. What sounds fun?”
    “Sofie and I are going out Saturday night,” Nick answers for me, and I glance at Jake. Jake smiles, pleased. I hope he doesn’t get any ideas about his best friend and me.
    “Thanks for staying with Sofie until I got here. I’m not sure why the outside light’s not working.” Jake looks puzzled.
    “No problem.” Nick gives me a smile.
    “Also, I dropped Taylor off at your place,” Jake informs him.
    Nick looks a little surprised before he laughs. “I sort of forgot about him.” He rubs his chin and steps closer to me to say softly, “Which is your fault.”
    Jake grins at us. Oh no, Uncle—don’t go there.
    “I’d better go. You are coming by in the morning, right?” he asks Jake.
    “Yeah, I figure about eight.”
    Nick takes my hand, pulls me with him to the front door, and gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll be talking to you before Saturday.”
    “Okay.”
    “Good night,” he says, loud enough for Jake’s benefit, and I shut the door behind him. I wait until he pulls out of the driveway before turning off the porch light.
     
    I hear the phone ring as I get out of theshower, so I’m surprised when Jake knocks on my bedroom door a good thirty minutes later, informing me Diane is on the phone.
    “Hey, Di, were you just talking to Jake?”
    There’s an extended silence before Diane answers. “I just wanted to find out how things went with Nick?”
    “We have a date Saturday night. I’m hoping you’ll have some clothes I can borrow.”
    “Ohhh, that was quick,” she says with a giggle. “Come by tomorrow. I’m sure we can find something. So, did Nick kiss you?”
    “He did.”
    “Good?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    “Why are you being so vague?” she asks.
    “What do you want me to say?”
    “You like him.”
    “Of course, I don’t go around kissing guys I don’t care for.”
    “Well, not entirely true,” she accuses with a slight laugh.
    “Okay, I know we agreed never to bring up Gary Fenton again.”
    “Oh, yeah, I forgot. Sorry,” she says with another giggle.
    I’d gone out with Gary my senior year. Big mistake. He’d been asking me out since junior high, and over time, I caved. We went out only three times, but he acted as if I broke his heart when I decided three dates were two too many. He moped and followed me everywhere, called my house at all hours, and grilled my friends and family on my whereabouts. It got so crazy that Ben finally spoke to him. When that didn’t make a difference, Jake and Sawyer had a word with him. I was never sure what they’d conveyed to Gary, but he did back off. Nick was sooo not Gary.
    “Diane?”
    “Ye-ah?”
    “Over at Ben’s the other night, when I met Nick—what are you doing?” I could tell she was