Lex

Ivy’s hazel eyes stare at me in shock. Her gaze bores into me as she tries to decipher if I’m serious or not. A younger me would have laughed and made a whole production out of this situation. I don’t have the same need to turn everything into a joke anymore.

“What?”

“I need a love potion,” I explain. “I thought you might be able to brew up something. I will compensate you for your time. Whatever you want.”

“That’s not what I’m concerned with,” she snaps. “Why do you need a love potion?”

“I’m married.”

“Yes. I know.”

I sigh, preparing myself for the embarrassment of having to...