Forty, Fabulous and Fae by Melinda Chase

Author:Melinda Chase
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

11

I followed Hunter all the way back to his apartment, about a mile and a half away from Rockstar Coffee.

To my absolute chagrin, I was nearly huffing and puffing by the time we got there, while he was breathing deep and meditatively, like the long walk up and down the hills of Portland was no skin off of his back.

Exercise and McCarthy women didn’t exactly mix too well. Come to think of it, McCarthy women didn’t mix well with an awful lot of things.

“It’s…nice.”

I struggled to find a better description for the tiny apartment Hunter led me to. Nice was just about the best I could do, considering the place looked like nobody even lived there.

It was one of those newfangled studio apartments, the one landlords dubbed “bachelor pads,” so they could get away without having to use the words “no kitchen” in the description.

In fact, there was pretty much nothing but a sink and a hot plate against the far right wall, a mattress pushed up against the left, and a tiny little bathroom next to the doorway that had a toilet, sink, and standing shower.

Look, I’m not a super fancy woman. Sure, I liked my Louboutins and my pressed skirts, but I’d grown up in a tiny, messy little house. But I drew the line at a kitchenless shoebox apartment with no bed.

“Did you know your nose crinkles when you lie?” Hunter asked suddenly.

“What? No it doesn’t!” I actually pulled out my phone so I could look at myself in the reflection of the black screen.

“It does,” Hunter replied, his gray eyes dancing with mirth. “Just at the top here.”

He tapped the bridge of his nose, right where it met his forehead, to indicate where my apparent tell was.

“Okay, Mr. Lie Detector,” I laughed. “Let’s just get down to business, huh? What have you got?”

“You’re bossy.”

“I’m used to being in charge,” I shrugged.

“Take a seat.” He pointed at the mattress on the floor.

Carefully, I sat right on the very edge, avoiding any part that may have touched… God only knew what Hunter did in that bed.

The P.I. pulled out a stack of papers from the single yellow filing cabinet in the room and plopped them at my feet. Before I could reach for them, though, one of his hands shot out and caught mine.

“I have a question for you first,” he stated seriously.

Those steely gray eyes bored into my own and sent my heart into an annoying flutter.

“What?” I asked, a little breathlessly.

“How’d you know about the bag of herbs?”

Crap.

I’d completely forgotten that, in my terrified haze after that crazy vision the night before, I’d texted the only person who would have known anything about the case.

Hunter.

And in doing so, could have given myself away. But he didn’t believe in magic, right?

My mind raced to find a plausible cover up, and I finally stumbled on one that I’d used plenty of times before, when I was trying to drag a confession out of a criminal.

“I overheard some of the women talking about it at my family’s shop,” I replied.

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