Special shout out to all who read Witch in Training, and to Haunted Forever a.k.a Lucy.

Many thanks to the usual suspects, my darling friends who put up with me rambling about weird stuff out of the blue. And special thanks to The Original Lauren and Kylie.

WIZARD IN LOVE

Chapter One

Logan Scott was sitting next to his older brother Greg while they drove back to the city. Since Greg was the one doing the actual driving and since Greg, who was rather quiet by nature, didn't like to chitchat and they had enough of business talk, Logan was able to sit in the quiet and contemplate his life.

It was not something he did often, he had never been a planner or even that well organized; in fact, if it weren't for his secretary and for Greg's constant nagging, Logan would always be twenty minutes late. Not that he was sloppy or absent minded, it was quite the opposite, really. If organized he was not, Logan more than made up with focus, which ironically made him forget about the time.

Lately, though, he had been thinking way too much, remembering how it had been being on a wheel chair, and thinking a lot about the accident that had put him there when he was 14, more than ten years before. He thought on how it had been when he had found out that, though the process was sure to be painful, he was going to be able to walk again; he thought about everything that had happened before and in between… how much things had changed.

How he had meet Lucy.

"You all right?" Greg asked suddenly, Greg had that type of voice, which commanded immediate attention, deep and smooth, like an actor.

Logan turned to his brother, who was staring at the road ahead. "Sure," he answered.

Greg had always been The Golden Boy: smart, driven and responsible. He had also been a bit of a slut before the accident, which, all things considered, was to be expected from a healthy, handsome and rich young man in his teens like Greg had been. No one would believe it, of course, since Greg seemed to be so starched up and buttoned down, but Logan knew it to be true, he was a little brother after all and back in those days of the pre-accident era, Logan used to follow Greg around to spy on him feeling a mixture of hero worship and jealousy.

After the accident though, that part of Greg – the part that had fun – seemed to die, up until Greg met Hazel anyway. Hazel was the light of Greg's life. No, correction, Hazel was Greg's life, period.

Once upon a time, Logan had wished Hazel were his life too. When he had first met her, Logan had fallen madly in love with her but there had been no way to get between Greg and Hazel, and, eventually, Logan realized that yes, he had fallen hard for Hazel, but a lot of what he felt was simply because he was lonely.

"You seem odd lately." Greg said after a while.

"I've been thinking a lot lately, that's all."

Greg as about to say something, most likely something sarcastic about Logan and thinking, but just then his phone rang. Greg glanced at the caller ID, it was a landline not a cell, and it was from a local phone, but not one he recognized. Greg flipped open the phone and hit the speaker.

"Scott," he said curtly.

"Greg?" Came Hazel's voice. She sounded a bit hesitant but it didn't matter. Hazel's voice got Greg on an instant good mood.

"Sweetheart," he said in greeting but then remembered she was calling from an odd number. "Where is your phone? Why didn't you call me from it?"

"Well, see, I don't know exactly where my phone is but I do know your number by heart."

"Where are you?" Greg said.

"Well… see, that's the thing… how do I explain?"

"Where. Are. You." Greg repeated.

"Promise me you won't get mad… or go nuts." Hazel asked quickly.

"Hazel Scott! For the last time, where are you?!"

Hazel let out a long-suffering sigh and mumbled. "I'm at the hospital."

"WHAT?"

"I'm at the hospital. I was going to Elvington, and the bus crashed against another bus, but I was sitting in the back so I only got thrown a bit- but I'm okay, I swear!"

"We'll see about that. What hospital are you at?"

"Memorial," Hazel said.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Hazel sighed again. "Drive safe, though."

"Fifteen minutes."

"Right," Hazel said and sighed some more. "I love you."

"I love you, too, but we are still going to talk when I get there. Get on thinking if you want a driver or learn to drive yourself, but I'll have no more of this bus-business, understood?"

"The nurse is here. Bye." Hazel said, of course she understood, she just didn't agree.

"Pull over." Logan said to Greg suddenly.

"What? No, I have to get there."

"I know, that's why I'm driving." Logan said again.

Greg cursed but pulled over to the side of the road and switched places with Logan.

They rode in silence for a while, Greg was staring out the window, probably thinking what sort of car he was going to buy for Hazel, surely one that that the best safety reviews in the market; price was no object. Logan, on the other hand, focused on the road, grateful to have something to focus on rather than letting his mind wander. Logan dropped Greg by the emergency entrance, and watched him run into the hospital looking for Hazel. Logan shook his head and went around to park the car.

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Lucy was not having the best of days.

When she had chosen to be a social worker, she had known there were going to be days like this, when everything seemed to be just wrong with the world. She had just been called to Memorial because of a 14 year-old girl who was pregnant and still using drugs. Lucy had just spent two hours trying to argue the girl into agreeing to stay at the rehab clinic until the birth, but the girl had refused claiming that she didn't want the baby at all.

It was cases like that made her want to curl into a ball and cry, made her want to quit her job. But there were other times, when she managed to help a family that had fallen to hard times or helped a kid to get a job and turn around their lives that she felt like it was all worth it. Right now, though, she wasn't feeling any type of warm fuzzies.

Lucy checked at the front desk for messages, but there weren't any. She didn't expect them to be; everyone was busy with the double bus crash from earlier. Instead, Lucy checked her cell phone. There was a message from her nephew and a voicemail from Logan.

Oddly enough, Logan was another of the things that was keeping her a bit down. Lucy had always suspected that Logan had money, he drove a sleek Maserati and owned his own house at one of the up and coming neighborhoods in the city, of course he had money. She just had never imagined how much money he had… not until he had gone to his Mother's rehearsal dinner and then to her wedding.

For one thing, they lived at Park Hills the most exclusive neighborhood in the city where one house was bigger than the previous one, and guess who lived at the end of the road in the biggest house of them all? That's right, the Scotts. Then there was Logan's Mom, Mrs. Hayes, who had a lot of Chanel going for her not to mention that indefinable air of wealth and sophistication, which came from the cradle.

Then there was young Mrs. Scott, also known as Hazel, who was a really nice woman just slightly younger than Lucy, who was pretty and always smiled and who seemed to own every single one of the pieces in the Tiffany's Rose collection and who had an engagement ring as big as a doorknob. Logan's brother Greg was an imposing man, he, unlike his wife, seemed to never smile – except when he did and those smiles were usually exclusive for his wife – Greg was tall and seemed to have been born wearing Armani suits.

Hell, they had spent more on Mrs. Hayes wedding than what she made in a year! Lucy was never one to be impressed by money, nor did she think the Scotts were better than her just because they happened to have a lot of it; but she had to admit it was all a little bit intimidating. The Scotts were rich and powerful, the kind of rich and powerful one read about in those Harlequin novels about princes and sheiks and Italian and Greek billionaires.

Lucy sighed and shook her head. She needed to stop thinking about Logan, especially during work hours. Which would have been all fine and dandy if Logan Scott hadn't chosen that moment to materialize in front of her.

"Jesus Christ!" Lucy said startled.

Logan smiled, that slow, slightly crooked smiled of his that could make a girl think very bad thoughts. "Hello there,"

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End of Chapter One