I Want Your Hex (Crescent Moon Mysteries Book 2) by Tara Lush

Author:Tara Lush [Lush, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-28T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

“I think we need something stronger than coffee for this,” Liz said. “I know just the place. C’mon.”

While I followed Liz through the festival throngs, I pondered the significance of seeing Wolf and Helena together. Helena clearly unsettled and concerned Liz, which in turn bothered me. I hadn’t known Liz long, but we’d bonded. I trusted her opinion.

We stopped at a booth sporting a big sign that said, “BOOZY MILKSHAKES,” and despite the fact that it was still light out, I decided to indulge in a treat. Okay, a second or third treat. To me, this fell under the category of self-care.

The rich, velvety pumpkin pie shake coated my tongue as Liz and I strolled through the festival. The boozy whipped vodka cream on top added a delicious kick that instantly lifted my spirits. Nothing like a spiked milkshake on a sunny fall day.

“I wish Marisol was here to try this,” Liz said, taking a long sip of her shake.

Marisol Cross was another woman I’d met since coming to town. She was a bit older. Of my new friends, she was the one with the most psychic abilities. Not only was she an accomplished medium, but she was also a tea witch.

I’d never heard that phrase before, but I’d come to find out that Marisol specialized in something called Tea Magick, which meant she worked spells into herbal tisanes.

“How’s she doing, anyway? Have you heard from her?” I asked. “How’s the reunion? Any word about the high school sweetheart?”

Marisol was at her fiftieth high school reunion, up in Brooklyn. She’d been nervous because her high school crush was going to be there, and he was single. As was she. They’d been chatting on Facebook for months.

“They hit it off and are supposed to have brunch today. Apparently, he owns some eco-tourism company in the Dominican Republic, in his parents’ hometown.”

Marisol was also of Dominican descent. “Wow, that’s pretty cool.”

We chatted about Marisol’s prospects of a second chance at love while we perused the racks of a designer that offered pretty dip-dyed cotton skirts.

“Hey, cowpokes!” The familiar voice was followed by Sage’s tawny hair and signature cowboy hat. “Fancy meetin’ you two here. Hey, what’s up with your neck? Oh, I know what happened!”

Sage winked.

“It’s not a hickey,” I said. “My coffee maker spurted hot water on me.”

“Sure,” Liz teased, and I swatted her arm.

Sage’s face fell. “Ouch, I thought it was a curling iron burn. I get those all the time.”

She, too, was drinking a boozy shake, the orange cream leaving a faint mustache on her upper lip. "You two staying out of trouble?" she asked.

Liz snorted. "With Amelia around, trouble follows her like a fart in yoga pants. We’ve been sleuthing."

“Cool beans,” Sage said. It both mystified and amused me that my new friends were so seemingly chill about murder investigations. She took another sip and swallowed. "Listen. I meant to tell you. Speaking of stinky business, did I mention what Bella and Lauren said about Megan?”

“No,” Liz and I practically shouted in tandem.

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