Witchin' Around the Clock by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2019-11-05T06:00:00+00:00

CLOVE, THISTLE, SAM AND MARCUS WERE ensconced in the library at the inn. Thistle hovered by the glass door, watching the other witches enjoy drinks in the lounge, her eyes speculative.

I met Clove’s gaze, hoping she would volunteer the pertinent information without me having to ask, but she and Sam were too wrapped up in one another.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glaring as Sam pressed his hand to Clove’s abdomen. She sat on his lap, their heads bent together, and they whispered and giggled. It was a sweet scene ... that almost made me sick to my stomach.

“Stop that!” I slapped Sam’s hand away when he held it flat against her midriff again. “Do you want to tip them off about what’s going on?”

Sam lifted his head and gave me a lazy smile. “There’s a baby in there. Are you telling me you don’t find that miraculous?”

Oh, geez. “Not really. Babies have been hanging around in places like that since the dawn of time. It’s nothing new.”

“I see you’re in a crabby mood,” Clove complained, shooting me a dubious look as Landon moved to the drink cart. “Why are you so unhappy?”

“I’m not unhappy.”

Clove didn’t look convinced. “Landon, why is she so unhappy?”

“She doesn’t like the birds,” he automatically answered, his eyes going to the open doorway when he heard familiar snorting. “Hello, beautiful.” He beamed at Peg as the pig wandered in. She was back in her tutu and looked thrilled to see him. “How’s my favorite girl?”

The question, although seemingly innocent, was enough to irritate me. “Seriously?”

Landon realized his mistake too late. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” He was sheepish. “I just ... she’s very cute. Everyone knows you’re my favorite girl, Bay. Peg has low self-esteem. She needs me to bolster her ego.”

I rolled my eyes and flopped on the couch, leaving Landon to play with his favorite girl while Thistle snickered and Marcus shot me a sympathetic look.

“You look like you’ve had a rough day,” Marcus noted. “Didn’t you sleep last night?”

“Actually, I didn’t sleep all that well,” I admitted. “I had a weird dream.”

“About what?” Thistle asked, tearing her eyes from the activity. “By the way, have you noticed that Aunt Tillie is hiding behind the potted plant and spying on all the other witches? She’s not even being stealthy about it.”

I craned my neck to see, laughing when I realized she wore a hat that had fake palm fronds jutting from the top of it. “Where did she get that hat?”

“I think she made it,” Clove replied. “She thinks no one can see her if she doesn’t move and hides behind the plant.”

“She’s like a cat that way,” Thistle agreed. “A moronic cat, but a cat all the same.”

I elevated my feet on the coffee table and rubbed my forehead. “So ... about that dream.” I told them the story, from beginning to end, and then frowned when Thistle’s eyes lit with annoyance. “What?”

“You didn’t mention the dream when you were doing research earlier,” she complained.

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