The Halloween Onesie Spell by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Best Cosy Books
Published: 2019-10-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“I can’t believe I forgot about the Halloween fair tomorrow,” I said to Alder as he drove me home. “I’m going to be baking for hours, and it’s such bad timing, what with the murder investigation and all the escaped onesies.”

“Why don’t you leave the baking to Thyme?” Alder asked hopefully.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh Alder, you know my baking has improved! When did I last set something on fire?”

“Well…” he began, but stopped speaking when he saw my face.

“All right then. I do know I still have some room to improve, but I’ve improved a lot since I started baking.”

“That’s for sure!” Alder said in a heartfelt tone. He said something else which I thought sounded like, “You certainly couldn’t have got any worse.”

“What was that?” I asked suspiciously.

“Nothing, nothing at all. Hasn’t Thyme already made a start on the cakes?”

When I reached home, Thyme was waiting on my front porch. “I’ll leave Amelia in your capable hands,” Alder said, shooting Thyme a significant look. “I’ll drive around town and see if I can find the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. We need to get Camino’s book to reverse the spell. I’ll also keep an eye out for any other onesies. If I capture any, I’ll bring them back here and lock them in the room with the others.”

“That’s a good idea,” Thyme said.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Thyme,” I said. “I completely forgot, what with the murder investigation and everything.”

Thyme waved my concerns away. “We had better hurry up and get baking.”

“Sure. Just give me one second.”

I followed Alder out into the garden, where I pulled him behind a flowering wattle bush so no prying eyes would catch us together. Sure, we were married, but I knew we were married people with more pressing things to do than kiss like hormonal teenagers.

“Don’t we have more pressing things to do than kiss like hormonal teenagers?” Alder said.

“Err—nope,” I replied.

Alder grinned as he pulled me into his arms. We kissed right there, in the afternoon light, the cicadas in their vibrant song all around us. We heard the kookaburras in their gum trees calling out into the coming evening, and the distant roar of cars on the highway adjoining Bayberry Creek. It was peaceful, but it was also short lived.

Alder stepped away from me and fixed his jacket. “Will you be all right?” he asked, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

“Why would you ask that?” I replied. “I’m only going to be baking with Thyme.”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Alder, I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me being a terrible baker.”

“Perhaps my obsession with you being a terrible baker is because you are a terrible baker. I love you, Amelia, but let’s not pretend that your talents really come to life inside of the kitchen.”

“Amelia, stop flirting with your husband. We have work to do,” Thyme called out from the front porch.

“I have to run,” I said quickly.

“Maybe you can just supervise.”

“Goodbye, Alder.”

“Amelia…”

I kissed him once on the cheek and darted into the house, Alder’s amused expression lingering in my mind.

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