Midlife Mojo: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel (Not Too Late Book 3) by Victoria Danann

Author:Victoria Danann [Danann, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-12T16:00:00+00:00

The following day, Sunday, Evie arrived at the back door just as I was putting gingerbread pancakes on.

“Gingerbread pancakes?” Her excitement was every bit the gift to me I’d hoped it would be.

“Have to have holiday pancakes!”

She surprised me with a little squeeze from behind and a kiss on the cheek. Yep. No question about it. She was definitely taller than I am.

“Perfect. Do we have good syrup?”

“Good syrup is in the mouth of the taster.”

“Funny, Mom.” She cocked her head. “Were you always funny?”

“Yes. You just didn’t get my jokes.”

“Huh. What are we doing today?”

“Catching up and the V.I.P tour of my shop and the town.”

“Ooh. Sounds fun. Then tomorrow is court?”

“Yep. Will you call Keir?”

“No need,” he said as if saying his name could make him appear at the door instantly. “The bacon smell has been reeling me in.” Looking at Evie, he said, “Did you have fun at the party last night?”

She smiled. “It had its ups and downs. For somebody like me, it’s a dream come true to get proof that this history I study isn’t just a collection of tales, like generational layers of imagination.”

I set a plate of bacon, a starter stack of pancakes, and the unplugged coffee percolator on the table, then returned to the stove to flip more flapjacks. It was nice to listen to conversation between Keir and Evie as I worked.

“Every once in a while humans managed to get something about us right,” Keir said.

“That will be the fun of this.” She was enthused. “Comparing my eyewitness and personal interviews to literary accounts and academic consensus.”

“Are you going to show me your, uh, other form?”

I waited. My back turned to them.

“Probably not unless there’s an incident at court while you’re there,” he said.

“Incident?”

Of course, she posed that question. Keir’s statement seemed like it was intentionally designed to lead her there.

I dropped an oversized gingerbread pancake on my plate, feeling extra grateful that a side effect of the magistrate health plan was to keep my metabolism humming along. No matter what I did!

As I sat, Keir looked at me over the top of his coffee mug.

“Last night, we touched on the fact that both Lochlan…”

She stopped me to clarify. “The elf. The one who lives across the way.”

“Yes. He and Keir both work for the court. Lochlan’s job is similar to a clerk, but more important.” I glanced at Keir. “Keir is court security.”

“Enforcer,” he said.

As Evie’s head turned toward Keir, I gave him a warning blink. I’d deliberately chosen the word ‘security’ because it sounds much less alarming than ‘enforcer’. And I was trying to ease her into what to expect at court gradually, making things sound as every day normal as possible.

What was I saying? Normal? Every day?

“Evie. Hallow Hill is like a little bastion in the storm. It’s populated by warm, wonderful people who are loving, giving, caring and just happen to be a different species. But that can’t be said of the fae world at large.” She looked at Keir who gave a tiny nod of confirmation, then back to me.

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