Soul of the Witch by Deanna Chase

Author:Deanna Chase [Chase, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bayou Moon Press, LLC

Chapter 15

The lunch rush had just died down when Clay made his way into his office. He’d already spent far too much time behind the bar that week, more than usual. He’d told Rhys it was because Sadie was still out nursing her wounds. She’d ended up with two deep gashes that had needed more stitches than he could count, and she was under strict orders to not lift anything over a couple pounds until the flesh started to heal.

But filling in for Sadie hadn’t been the only reason he’d spent more time in the pub. If he was honest, it hadn’t even been the main reason. The other servers, along with Rhys, were more than capable of picking up the slack. But every time Clay holed up in his office, he found himself itching to get back out into the restaurant where he spent the majority of his time staring at the front doors and waiting for a certain blonde to walk back into the pub.

Of course, she hadn’t. He hadn’t seen her since she’d tossed him out of the brew shed a few nights ago. She hadn’t even shown up to make more of her soaps and lotions, at least not while he’d been around. Her absence was driving him insane. Now that he knew she no longer had a significant other, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. When he’d had his arms around her, he’d felt things he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He wanted to protect her, be there for her, love her.

“Stop,” he muttered to himself and focused on the notes he’d written for his current beer recipe. He wrote Winter Brew Holiday Ale on the top of the sheet and went to work on calculating the ingredient conversions for a large batch.

“Clay?” Rhys said, after a short knock on his opened door. “Don’t mean to interrupt, but there’s someone here to see you.”

Abby. But even as he dropped the pen and stood, he knew his assessment was wrong. If Abby was there and wanted to see him, Rhys would’ve just sent her back, and he certainly wouldn’t have referred to her as ‘someone.’

“Who is it?” Clay asked, following Rhys into the front of the house.

“No idea. But she’s pretty enough.” His assistant flashed him an appreciative smile. “Why does it seem like you’ve put a spell on all the hotties in town? Do you spike their brew or something?”

“Or something,” Clay said truthfully. He actually did spell the beer… or at least the ingredients. But as far as he could tell, his efforts had never resulted in a love spell, thank the gods. “It’s probably more my sparkling personality.”

Rhys snorted his reply and pointed to a woman at the end of the bar. She was wearing a formfitting suit and had her hair swept up in a fancy twist. Gold cuffs encircled one wrist and a matching pendant was displayed just above her cleavage.

Expensive was the word that came to mind when Clay assessed her.

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