With a nodded promise of doing just that, Melinda smiled at Gen. It would be good to get away from London for a couple of days – even if she knew she’d worry about and miss her shop horribly after a day or so – and with good company, in a place like Provence? What more could a witch ask for?
She stopped herself before she could purse her lips at Oliver’s half-promise to Gen. Melinda had meant it when she had let both of them know that she cared a great deal about the other and that they had better treat them well, and right now? Right now she wasn’t particularly impressed with Oliver. One thing was this whole ‘might make time’… yeah, she had heard that before, and she understood having to change plans could make it a bit more iffy when it came to carrying out the new things, but… and wasn’t Oliver seeing someone? Not her business, not unless Gen ended up hurt by it. Or Oliver. And even then, it would only be as a potential shoulder to cry on or a listening ear.
And then, right out of nowhere, came a player she hadn’t seen in this equation. Coop’s name had her eyebrows shoot right up, and not just because he had reached out to Gen. “Okay…” she said hesitantly, not sure what she ought to put in that undefined edge to Gen’s voice. “Did that birdie lure him out?”