The Cider Hex (A Witchy Romantic Urban Fantasy): Homesteader Hearth Witch: Book 2 by Kat Healy & Kat Lapatovich Healy

Author:Kat Healy & Kat Lapatovich Healy [Healy, Kat & Healy, Kat Lapatovich]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KattasticReads
Published: 2024-04-05T00:00:00+00:00

Flora held out her hand as I removed my scarf and jacket at the door to hang up on the nearby pegs. Unlike the time when I’d first visited this strange, witch-hat-shaped house at the end of the cul-de-sac on Weaver Lane, the two women were inside instead of in the rocking chairs on their covered veranda.

Seated at a large circle table made out of dark brown wood were Shari, swathed in long sleeves despite her proximity to the wood stove, her wing-tip glasses perched on the very end of her nose, and Daphne, her thick white braid draped over her shoulder and bound with her customary lilac ribbon. Craft supplies were heaped and sprawled everywhere, including the floor. Flora, who stood on her chair so she could see above the table, was now snapping the fingers of her outstretched hand.

“Ha!” the garden gnome gloated. “Pay up.”

Without taking her eyes off her crocheting, Shari fished a five-dollar bill from her cardigan pocket and slapped it into Flora’s hand. The garden gnome flashed me a grin. “She didn’t think you’d come.”

Without any explanation, Shari shrugged and got back to work on whatever crochet creation she was working on. It didn’t seem to be zombie voodoo dolls this time, but the night was still young.

“Come over here, dear,” Daphne said, patting a semi-clear section of the table. “We saved this spot for you. Sort of.”

“I-I thought you said this was a sewing circle?” I asked hesitantly.

Anything but sewing materials covered the table. Shari with her yarn, buttons, and crochet hooks, Daphne with her dreamcatcher paraphernalia, and Flora could barely be seen behind her drop cloth piled high with sheet metal, paint bottles, and pliers. A soldering gun was poised nearby, steaming.

“‘Sewing circle’ sounds far more palatable than ‘crafting circle,’” Daphne explained.

“Don’t want to give the simple townsfolk a reason to think we’re a coven,” Flora said before she sneezed. After wiping her nose, she continued, “Redbud’s an open magic town, one of the best, but people still talk. One or two green witches are just fine, but a coven? Well, they’re probably up to no good, aren’t they?”

“Which is just absolute rubbish,” Daphne assured. “People get so irrationally intimidated by a group of independent, powerful women, don’t they?”

“You can work on whatever you want, or nothing at all,” Shari said, hooking yarn at an incredible rate. “You can…” She paused as she tried to find the right word, her fingers still working as fast as ever, even when she was on autopilot. “Visit.”

“I have some stuff in the car,” I exclaimed. “I just don’t sew, so I didn’t know…”

“Well go get it,” Flora urged.

“Have you eaten, dear? We usually get takeout and craft well into the night,” Daphne said with a smile. “There’s some leftover scallion pancakes and orange chicken in the fridge if you’re hungry. Don’t tell Mayor Robert, but the best Chinese takeout will always be the Happy Garden in Tussock.”

“Always,” Shari agreed, rooting around in a dish for a specific button.

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