Totally Spellbound by Kristine Grayson

Author:Kristine Grayson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, humor, paranormal romance, magic, las vegas, faerie, greek gods, romance fiction, fates, interim fates, dachunds
Publisher: Kristine Grayson

Twenty-two

Megan was good at distraction—or at least at distracting Rob. Not only had she taken the conversation off her own insecurities, but she had also gotten him out of the parking garage, up the elevator, and to the door of a suite.

It was almost as if she had magical powers as well as the powers of empathy.

She rang the bell, biting her lower lip as she did so. He thought it odd that she wouldn’t have a key to her own suite, but he didn’t say anything.

He’d been saying enough.

The hallway was wide and empty. Rows of suites ran along the side. This wasn’t as upscale as he was used to—John insisted that Rob always stay in five-star hotels to impress the marks.

This place felt cheap. The floorboard echoed as he walked on it, the door seemed thin, even the doorbell that Megan rang sounded like a duller version of what he was used to.

Obviously, he’d been spending too much time with the wealthy again.

A chain rattled inside, followed by the click of a deadbolt and the snick of a smaller door lock. Then the door opened, and Kyle peered out.

“Haven’t I told you to leave the chain on when you open doors?” Megan asked, sounding irritated.

“Why?” Kyle asked. “I heard you coming a mile away.”

Rob hoped not. He had to put some shields back up if he was going to be around the psychic kid.

Kyle gave him a cool glance — as if he’d heard that thought (and he might have) — then pulled the door the rest of the way open. Megan walked in, wrinkled her nose, and stopped in the entry.

Rob followed.

The entire suite smelled of garlic, potato chips, and diet soda. Beneath those smells was the faint odor of pee.

Was everywhere he went today destined to smell of pee?

The place was large, with a living room off one side, a full kitchen, and a full dining room. At least two bedrooms were off the hallway.

An obese dachshund came up to Megan, its tail wagging. It raised itself on its hind legs, put its front paws on her calves, and gave her a doggy grin.

She stiffened. Rob came up behind her and put a hand protectively on her shoulder. For once, she didn’t back away.

“That’s Fang,” Kyle said to Rob. “He doesn’t hurt anyone, but Aunt Megan was badly bit by a dog so she tends to forget that they can be nice.”

Rob squeezed her shoulder slightly in support.

“Are you here alone?” Megan asked.

“Mr. Little went to get some food,” Kyle said. “The Fates are in the bathroom helping each other with makeup. I’m having lunch.”

Hence the garlic-potato-chip-diet-soda smell. Megan walked into the main room. Light from the television set reflected onto her shirt. She picked a container off the coffee table.

“You’re having chips and dip for lunch?”

Kyle shrugged. “I got hungry.”

Megan shook her head. “Your dad’s not home, yet, right?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Just lucky,” she said.

Rob glanced at her. The dog had followed her into the living room like she was its answer to everything.

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