But forget about the smile. Why was he back? I knew my worrying had been justified. His black fedora sat slightly sideways on his head. He wore jeans and a blue short-sleeved t-shirt, his muscular arms bulging underneath the tight fabric. It wasn’t his usual business attire. I wasn't used to seeing him in such a casual style, except for the time when I caught him shirtless wearing only his jeans. When I’d first met Tom he was all business, in dress and attitude. Well, I suppose his attitude had held a little bit of mischief underneath. It still did. An air of self-assurance followed him everywhere. My mouth probably hung to the ground as I just sat there staring at him. It was hard not to—he was one good-looking man. Dark-haired, tall, and well-built. What was he doing back in my life? As far as I knew, I hadn’t messed up the magic spell today. What if this had something to do with the potion that we’d given Rory? I knew it had been too soon for me to try something new. They should have asked me before trusting me with the potion business.
