Intuition of a Midlife Witch (The Bearsden Witch Series Book 5) by J.C. Yeamans

Author:J.C. Yeamans [Yeamans, J.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Reed Shore Press
Published: 2024-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter seventeen

Untimely Regrets

When I enter the kitchen the next morning, Leslie is drinking coffee at the tiny table. She’s dressed in a cotton nightgown and robe. Mr. Yeats sits on the floor by her feet, purring and wagging his tail. I’m glad he had a good night’s sleep. Agnes slept over because her sewer pipe needs replacing. The two of them made such a racket in bed, I barely got any shut-eye.

“Good morning, Leslie,” I say, yawning. “Where’s Agnes?”

“She’s still in bed. Never been a person to greet the sunrise, as you well know. Actually, I sensed your use of magic last evening when you returned from Archie’s. I wasn’t expecting you.”

After yesterday’s fiasco, I contemplate whether to tell them about my training session with Seamus. I prepare a cup of tea and sit across from her, inhaling the jasmine scent. I take a sip and wait for the caffeine rush to kick in. Agnes shuffles into the kitchen wearing a black nightgown and orange pumpkin slippers, the ones Shane put on clearance after Samhain. Her salt and pepper hair resembles a bird’s nest—one with less organization.

“Happy fucking morning,” she says, grabbing the kettle from the stove.

“Why don’t you warm up water in the microwave?” I ask. “Takes less time?”

She glares at me through slits. “You make your tea your way. I’ll make mine how I want.” She fills up the kettle and drops it on the burner. “What are you doing here, anyway? Weren’t you supposed to stay at Archie’s last night?”

Mr. Yeats’s yellow and blue eyes flip back and forth at us like a sideways pendulum. I take another sip of my tea and stare at the familiar, begging for a solution to my dilemma. He yawns at me. Thanks for nothing, busy body.

“You don’t have to answer, but did you have a lover’s quarrel?” Leslie asks.

I sigh and drop my cup on the saucer with a clink. “Yes, I should probably tell you both. Although Seamus would prefer I not share what happened.”

“This sounds serious,” she replies.

Agnes rubs her hands together. “Delicious gossip. Let me get my tea first.”

Leslie drops her mug on the table and sits back in her chair. I wait for my mentor to move next to Leslie with her tea and explain what happened at Seamus’s house—the amazing connection I had—and his kiss. When I’m finished, Leslie leans forward without a reply and finishes her coffee.

“Don’t you have an opinion? I thought you’d be pissed. Archie was.”

Agnes scowls at me. “I fucking do. What the fuck were you thinking, Gwyn? His magic is different. So, I’m not good enough for you now?”

“You took a risk practicing the craft with a cat sit witch,” Leslie says. “But it was your risk to take, not ours. You have taken many chances in the past but have always had good intentions in mind. Gwynedd, I understand your motives, and you will not get an admonishment from me. But I don’t sleep with you.”

“Right. Well, at least you’re not angry about it.

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