Page 38 of Fairy Godmothers Aren't Cheap

“I won’t be granting this wish, so wish whatever you want. Something random,” Estelle suggested. She glanced at Tamara, giving her a wink. “And if you choose to wish, don’t wish for another horse.”

“Why not?” I asked. “She wants one.”

“Divine timing isn’t right,” Estelle said impatiently. “And as for you, you really wish for Peter’s milkshakes a lot.”

Beside me, Josie giggled, her concentration broken.

“You ever had one?” I parried back to Estelle.

“No.”

“Well, then. You can’t judge me until you do.”

“Fair enough. So? Ready, Josie?”

Josie nodded and Estelle tipped her head back slightly as though catching a scent. “Aw, that’s a sweet one, Tamara.” She smiled at Tamara, who immediately looked down.

“Wait,” I said. “I thought Josie was the one making the wish.”

“Tamara made a stronger one than Josie’s.”

“That’s a thing?” Josie asked, giving Tamara a peeved look.

“What did you wish for?” I demanded, clutching Tamara’s sleeve, instantly knowing she’d wished for Kade, a second chance, and true love. It was there in the guilty blush spreading across her cheeks like a flood.

“Oh, Tam-Tam. Him again?”

Her eyes were pleading with me. “It just kind of popped into my head.”

Honestly, I wanted to be upset, but I knew she wanted love and a family of her own more than anything. Maybe even more than a horse. It didn’t help that her mom was always trying to set her up with eligible bachelors and hounding her about being single.

At least Estelle said she wouldn’t grant this one. But it did make me wonder if Kade being around lately was the result of Tamara’s previously mentioned wish for a second chance.

“Love is good energy,” Estelle said, her voice tinkling with joy.

I wasn’t so sure. At least not where Kade was concerned. He’d sent her flying and crying into the city. His personality was so big, his focus so self-centred that he’d never allowed Tamara to bloom in his shadow. Surely, she could see she deserved more than what Kade could offer and a second chance would lead to nothing good. Especially since it felt like she was finally coming into her own, and figuring out what she wanted from life.

Although, as much as I loved having her here in Calgary, I knew this wasn’t where my friend truly belonged.

I tangled my hands in my lap, realizing I was being just like Kade—selfish with the sweetest person I’d ever met. I wanted her to want the same things I did, so I wouldn’t have to be alone. But she wanted to be a country girl with a horse and husband. She didn’t crave or need big adventures and constant change in the way I did. She didn’t mind sitting at home with her thoughts, and it made me wonder if I’d actually brought that romantic Kade mess on her by wishing she’d join me in the city.

If so, that seemed wholly unfair to Tamara, and I hoped that fairy godmothers had some stop gaps in place for that sort of selfish, dark magic wishing.

Then again, there was my tenth birthday wish and the one about James. So, it appeared as though they didn’t.

I needed to put a halt to all wishes. Forever.

“Are you telepathic?” Tamara asked Estelle.

“I can only hear wishes.”

“What about my wish?” Josie demanded.

“You wished this folder would fall off the table.” Estelle swiped a hand across the table’s surface, knocking the papers to the floor. “Wish granted.”

Josie gasped, her expression one of tickled delight.

“You didn’t charge her for that?” I confirmed, eyeing the splayed papers.

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