Jingle all the Slay: A Witchy Christmas Cozy Mystery (Marshmallow Hollow Mysteries Book 1) by Dakota Cassidy

Author:Dakota Cassidy [Cassidy, Dakota & Cassidy, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dakota Cassidy
Published: 2020-10-11T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Not too hot, extra chocolate. Shaken, not stirred.” Judy the Elf on the subject of hot chocolate.

The Santa Clause, 1994

“Hal! Hal, are you okay? What’s happening? Tell me how I can help!”

Little by little, Hobbs’s panicked voice reached my ears, penetrating the muffled wall of my vision.

“It’s okay, son,” I heard Cyril say. “Stay calm and let it happen. It’s just one of her migraines. She gets attacks real bad. Had ’em all her life, according to her mother. Just gotta let it pass and make sure she doesn’t fall and hurt herself.”

See? My mother and grandmother had the people of Marshmallow Hollow well trained on my “migraines.”

When a vision ends, it’s like being sucked back into another dimension. I literally feel the shift in my body from vision to reality. I jerked forward and fell into Hobbs’s hard wall of a chest.

He immediately tipped my chin up, brushing his thumb over my skin, and asked, “Hal, are you all right? Does it hurt? What can I do?”

I made a show of rubbing my temples, but I won’t lie and say I didn’t linger a moment or two in his warm embrace—because I did—before I nodded my head and untangled myself.

I patted his arm in reassurance. “It’s okay, Hobbs. I’m fine. Like Cyril said, I’ve had them all my life.”

But Hobbs didn’t look comforted. “Have you thought about seeing a doctor? I know some pretty great specialists in Boston if you need a referral. How can I help?”

Seeing his handsome face so concerned, seeing his eyes searching mine, made me feel like a real schlub for the lie I was about to tell him. But I had no choice. The women in my life had drilled the warning into my head since birth. At all costs, don’t expose yourself to humans or invite a burning at the stake in the town square.

“I’ve seen several, and they all say I’m fine. I don’t have any brain tumors or anything so wrong medically that I have need of another specialist. Promise. It just stops me dead sometimes, and then I move on. I’d prefer it if you did the same.”

It was a canned response, but it was the one I used time and time again.

“Do you take medication for them?”

Leapin’ Lena. No one had ever asked me that before. Not in all the time I’d been having visions. Not even my ex-fiancé Hugo had asked me that—never. In fact, in hindsight, he’d never even offered to get me a cold pack or an aspirin when I had a vision.

Though, in all fairness, I hadn’t had them as often in New York as I do here at home…

So I shook my head and stooped to pick up my hat, which had fallen to the ground. “No medications. Sometimes I take acetaminophen, but that’s it. Now, back to the business at hand, because I sort of blanked out on you. What’s going on with Jared?”

“Stiles got him. It was quite a tackle,” Hobbs

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