Life's a Witch (Wicked Witches Of The Midwest Book 7) by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2015-10-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“Do you think we should go inside and help Marcus put Thistle to bed?” I asked, shifting on the lounger behind the guesthouse an hour later and glancing toward the window. I could hear Marcus talking to Thistle, although I had no idea what he was saying.

“She’s not our responsibility,” Landon replied, pulling me closer to him as we relaxed. “We didn’t drink too much and make fools of ourselves.”

“Not tonight,” I clarified. “We’ve done it before.”

“Yes, well … we were the good ones tonight,” Landon said. “We should be rewarded for not being dumbasses.”

“That sounds like a fun rule,” I said, giggling as Landon tickled my ribs. “Thank you for being so good with my father tonight.”

Landon sighed. “I knew you were going to take this to a serious place,” he said. “Can’t you ever just have fun?”

“I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“So did I until you put your serious face on,” Landon replied. “Sweetie, I didn’t do anything special tonight. You’re the one who put things together so you could try to have a new beginning. Try thanking yourself occasionally.”

“Oh, and to think I was going to offer to rub myself in bacon grease as a reward.”

Landon smirked. “We’ll do that tomorrow night.”

We lapsed into amiable silence, Landon cuddling me closer as we enjoyed each other’s silent company. Eventually Thistle’s bedroom light switched off, which meant she was either done puking for the night – or taking a welcome respite.

“She’s going to feel terrible tomorrow,” I said.

“She is,” Landon agreed. “She should be a ball of fun at breakfast. She doesn’t have a filter on a good day. On a day when she’s hungover, she should be downright terrible.”

“Maybe we should hide the knives and sharp objects.”

“Maybe we should go into town for breakfast and let them duke it out without us,” Landon countered.

“We can do that.”

Landon nudged me forward so he could slip his hands around my shoulders, digging in and causing me to groan as he kneaded out the day’s stress. “Oh, that feels good.”

“If you want it to last more than five minutes, you won’t make those sounds,” Landon said. “They give me ideas.”

“You always have ideas.”

“I’m a smart man.”

We lapsed into silence again, enjoying the night until … . I lifted my head. “Did you hear that?”

“I didn’t hear anything but you moaning,” Landon replied. “Why? What did you hear?”

I tilted my head to the side, listening hard. There it was again. Someone was talking. To be more precise, someone was laughing. “I think someone is up by the clearing,” I said.

Landon stilled. “How close is that clearing to the pot field?”

“Not very close,” I replied. “Why? Do you think it’s kids looking for pot?”

“Either that or Aunt Tillie is about to sacrifice someone to her goddess,” Landon said, pushing me to my feet. “Come on. We need to check that out just in case.”

“What if it is kids looking for the pot field?”

“Then I’ll arrest them.”

“You would have to admit there’s a pot field if you did that,” I reminded him.

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