Pantry Prankster (Magical Renovation Mysteries Book 9) by Amy Boyles

Author:Amy Boyles [Boyles, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LADYBUGBOOKS LLC
Published: 2022-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

“We are going to make your home one big booby trap,” Rufus explained.

“We’re going to plant a huge pair of boobies in here? Whose boobies are they gonna be?” Lady glanced at me in surprise. “Yours? Your pair ain’t big enough.”

Talk about embarrassing. “Um. No. That’s not what Rufus means.”

“Well, someone needs to explain it to me and fast, because I ain’t gonna stay in a house with bodiless boobies.”

That time, I barked a laugh. “What he means is—we’re going to plant traps all over the home.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I hope not the kind that’ll hurt me.”

Rufus knelt in front of her. “Nothing that I do will harm you, Lady. I promise.”

“If you say so.” She paused a moment. “Okay. How’re we gonna go about this?”

“You are going to stay out of them,” I told her. “That’s how this will go. You’re going to watch and make sure you keep far, far away from any and all traps.”

“Don’t I at least get to set one?”

She looked so hopeful, her big sad puppy-dog eyes on full display, that I hated to say no. “Okay. You can help.”

“Yay!”

I smiled at Rufus. “All right. Lead the way.”

“I don’t mind if I do.”

After we got my house nicely booby-trapped, Rufus and I made plans for later, and I set out to walk around downtown. I was tired and my nerves were still frazzled from what had happened first thing that morning. There was nothing like waking up to a giggling intruder to really set you on edge.

Malene had called the church pastor that morning and explained that once again, we wouldn’t have hot dogs for the needy. Luckily the pastor said his wife had been baking casseroles and storing them away for later Sunday dinners, so he said they could cook up a few of those and serve them. Malene offered for her, Urleen and Norma Ray to dish up the food. Since I’d been traumatized, my grandmother told me that I could take the day off.

And what I needed was retail therapy. I didn’t necessarily need to buy anything, but just shopping around made me happy. I loved that. So the first place I went to was Architectural Scavengers. Yes, I realized that most girls went clothes shopping when they needed a pick-me-up. Not me. I preferred to be surrounded by old house hardware and finishes, chandeliers, mantels and cast-iron tubs.

Yes, I was weird. I was happy to admit that.

As soon as I entered, Lance Dewald greeted me with air-kisses to both cheeks. “Clementine, darling. It’s been much too long since we last saw one another. Here.” He walked me over to an antique horsehair chair. “Sit. Tell me everything. Is the reason I haven’t seen you because you’ve found the love of your life?”

I laughed. “Hardly. I’ve been so busy with…”

“Magic?” he asked, eyebrows wagging.

“Yes, I suppose you could say that. But not mine.”

“Oh, honey. Tell me about it. Things in town are changing. People who never had magic before are coming into it.

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