Witchdependence Day by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: BluA
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2016-07-11T23:00:00+00:00

SEVEN

“I can’t believe someone stole Winnie’s pie.” Clove, snuggled in Sam’s lap as we congregated around the bonfire outside the stable later that night, was dumbfounded. “Who steals a pie?”

“Someone with excellent taste,” Landon said. “I had to eat cake. It wasn’t the same.”

“Something tells me you’ll live,” Bay said, laughing as Landon tickled her ribs.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” Landon muttered, although he didn’t look particularly perturbed. He expected something bad to happen – and it did – but in the grand scheme of things, a pie thief wasn’t going to cause him to lose sleep. “Do you think your mother is still pouting?”

“Oh, Mom will never going to let this go,” Bay said. “She tried to call a mistrial on the pie contest, but Marnie won anyway. I think Marnie should probably sleep with one eye open.”

“And her bedroom door locked,” Clove added. “Winnie was spitting mad at dinner.”

“Yes, I noticed,” Landon said. “The hamburgers tasted funny.”

“That’s because they pour their emotions into their cooking,” Clove supplied. “They’re kitchen witches. It’s what they do.”

“And what about you three?” I asked. “What do you pour your emotions into?”

Clove shrugged. “I think I probably do that with gardening.”

“Which is why the flowers she planted three months ago look as if they’ve been growing for years,” Sam said. “They’re really beautiful … like Clove.”

It was relatively dark around the bonfire ring, but Clove’s blush was obvious.

I shifted my eyes to Thistle. “What about you? You pour everything into your art. That’s why you’re always keen to decorate, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Thistle said. “We’re not exactly accomplished kitchen witches. We find our inspiration in other places.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Landon said. “Bay burned toast the other day. I think that’s an accomplishment.”

Bay scowled. “You’re on my list.”

“I’m happy to be on your list,” Landon said, wrinkling his nose as he kissed her cheek.

“If Clove pours her heart into gardening and Thistle pours hers into art, what does Bay pour her heart into?” I asked, lightly rubbing Thistle’s back as she reclined against me.

“Trouble,” Landon answered, not missing a beat.

Bay slapped his knee. “That’s not true,” she protested. “I don’t go looking for trouble.”

“Yes, it’s merely drawn to you,” Landon said. “It’s like you’re the refrigerator and trouble is those magnets representing the cities you visit on vacations.”

“Are you saying I have hips like a refrigerator?”

Landon realized his mistake too late to take it back. “I’m saying I love you more than anything and absolutely adore your hips.”

I chuckled. I couldn’t help myself. “Nice save.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Landon teased, although he turned serious after a moment. “You pour your heart into helping people, sweetie. It’s a nice gift. Personally, I wish you weren’t so giving, but I also realize that’s one of the reasons I love you.”

“Oh, he’s so sweet,” Clove cooed, pressing her hand to the spot above her heart.

“Yes, just like drinking a bottle of corn syrup,” Thistle said, rolling her eyes. “Both make me want to puke.”

“Leave them alone,” I chastised, poking her ribs.

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