Magic & Monsters (Starry Hollow Witches Book 12) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2020-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The next morning, I awoke to a text from Sheriff Nash asking me to meet him at his office for an update on the investigation. I rolled over and dropped the phone beside me on the bed. I wasn’t quite ready to face the day yet. At the base of the bed, PP3 whimpered.

You have a magic lesson this morning, don’t forget. You’ll need to figure out how to fit in the sheriff without screwing up your other responsibilities, an annoyingly bossy voice said. Knowing your limitations is part of setting yourself up for a successful day.

I groaned and wrapped the pillow around my ears. “The only bossy voice I should be hearing in my bedroom at this hour is my own.”

Raoul climbed onto the bed, prompting a growl from the territorial Yorkshire terrier.

Marley flung open the bedroom door. “Mom, I can’t find my purple cloak and it’s spirit day.”

“Great, now it’s a party.” I released the pillow and sat up. “Did you check the pile of clothes on your dresser that you haven’t put away?”

Marley’s eyes narrowed. “I think you mean the pile of clothes on your dresser that you haven’t given to me to put away?”

I followed her gaze to the top of my dresser where, sure enough, clothes were draped across the top after a half-hearted attempt at folding them. “Oops.”

Marley crossed the room and tugged the purple cloak from where it was nestled between multiple articles of clothing. “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

Boy, her threshold is pretty low.

I flipped back the covers far enough that they settled on the raccoon’s head. PP3 leaped from the corner of the bed and followed me to the bathroom. I started to close the door between us so he couldn’t follow.

“I don’t need an audience, thanks.”

Do you want me to respond to the sheriff for you? Raoul asked.

There were far too many ways that could go wrong. Do not touch my phone, I warned.

When you say don’t touch it, that’s the same as permission, right?

Sweet baby Elvis. I bolted from the bathroom and swiped the phone from the raccoon’s paws. “Can you even type in English?”

Don’t worry. I sent one of those funny pictures.

I scanned the sent text to see whether there was a cause for concern. My eyes popped when I saw what he’d sent. “Raoul, that’s not a funny picture. How did you even find that?” The image was a nearly naked woman writhing on the beach. Her back was arched suggestively and she displayed an ample amount of side boob. “He’s going to think I’m sexting him!” I closed my eyes and prayed for mercy.

Can’t you delete it?

“Not if he’s already read it.” Which, according to the bottom of the text message, he had. I quickly typed an apology and told him that Raoul had been playing on my phone. I hoped he believed it or it would be one awkward meeting in his office later.

Now that you’re texting him, you might as well give him a time.

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