spies and spells 01 - spies and spells by tonya kappes

Author:tonya kappes [kappes, tonya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, Animals, Cozy, Mystery & Suspense, International Mystery & Crime, Paranormal, Thriller & Suspense, Romance, Supernatural, Witches & Wizards
Published: 2016-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“You look tired,” Lilith brushed past me, whispering in my ear as I made my way down the counter of The Brew filling the coffee cups of the last of the morning breakfast rush.

“I am.” I groaned thinking about the ritual Auntie Meme and her little circle of friends performed on me. “Why haven’t you had your Witchy Hour yet?” I asked.

“Who knows?” She shrugged. She patted her finger under my eyes. “You should put on your Mystic Couture lips. It’ll give you a little pop to your pooped.”

“I don’t have it anymore,” I grumbled, swiping the dirty dishes from customers who had just left and sliding the tip in the front of my apron. If I would’ve known my life’s journey had to do with Mick, I would’ve kept the makeup because God knew it was the only time I was probably ever going to get my hands on the pricey stuff.

“What?” Lilith’s head jerked, almost snapping off her shoulders. “What did you do with it?” Lilith faced me with crossed arms, leaning her hip against the counter’s edge. “I would have taken it if you didn’t want it.”

“Long story, but it’s back at the Mystic Couture warehouse.” There was no way I was going to tell her how I saw the informant get shot and that was how Mick got the wound on his side.

“Crap.” She brushed her hand down her black hair, batting down any static electricity. There was concern in her eyes. “I found the address on my floor. It must’ve fallen out of the box.” She shrugged. “Now they won’t know where the package goes.” Her lips smashed together in an awkward way.

“Address?” My heart stopped; my witchy sense kicked in. I grabbed her arm, coming nose to nose with her. “What address?”

As far as I knew, the package was supposed to be dropped off by the informant to Mick. Why would there be an address in there?

“Ouch.” Lilith curled her nose, jerking away from me. “That makeup has made you nuts.” She twirled her finger around her ear. “Nuts!” she yelled backing away.

“What’s going on out here?” Auntie Meme appeared through the pass way, her black hair dusted with flour, a scowl on her face.

“Nothing.” I smiled and went back to wiping down the counter, eyeballing Lilith when she walked in front of me. “I want the address,” I mouthed to her.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes like I was bothering her when she was the one who had stolen the package from me.

The bell over the diner door dinged.

Mick.

His ruggedly handsome looks took my breath away, or it could’ve been the fact that the realization of me helping him hit me. Nah. It was him. The black t-shirt fit perfectly, drawing my eyes down in a triangle from his broad shoulders to his slim waist. His shirt was neatly tucked into his blue jeans. He had shaved the five o’clock shadow and his black hair was neatly gelled to the side, leaving a hint of a widow’s peak.

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