Witch's Wheel by Abby L Vandiver

Author:Abby L Vandiver [Vandiver, Abby L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Media Web Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2017-06-29T04:00:00+00:00

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Teagan bolted up from a fitful night of sleep. He sat straight up and looked around the room. Then in the bed next to him. No one was there. He swiped his hand across his face.

“Holy crap,” he said. “Did I just dream all of that?”

He felt like Ebenezer Scrooge waking up after being visited by his three ghosts.

“No. It wasn’t a dream,” he said looking around the room. “I was really there.”

“Sheesh!” He ran his hand over his hair. “I must be a big disappointment to my grandmother,” he said and fell back on the bed and pulled the covers up over him. “God. All those good things she said about me. All the faith she had in me. Even my father was proud of what I’d accomplished with my grandmother.”

And all I wanted to do was sell everything she wanted me to have.

He popped back up. “Did I even talk to Yvonne Giordano?” He glanced over and saw his tuxedo hanging over the chair. “How long was I even there?” then he glanced over at the digital clock on his nightstand.

“Eight o’clock?” He shook his head. “I never sleep this late.” He pulled the covers back and climbed out of bed. “Where is Caroline?”

His cell phone rang, and he plopped back down on the bed and picked it up from the bedside table.

“Hello,” he said.

“Are you alright, Teagan?” It was his Uncle Teddy.

Still unsettled from the night before, Teagan was too much in a fog to wrap his mind around the questions he had for his uncle.

“I’m alright,” Teagan said pushing himself up in the bed. “Where are you? What’s all that noise I hear?”

“On my way up to my cabin. I’m going fishing.”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“Well talk boy, but hurry up. I’m sure you can hear my ride is here. I don’t have much time.”

“No I mean, I need time to talk to you.”

“Well, can it wait? I just wanted to check up on you because you were acting down right bonkers last night. Hanging around in that old wine cellar, seeing strange women, and not remembering anything that happened last night.”

“I know, but I wanted to ask you about when you cut your hand?”

“There you go with that again. I didn’t cut my hand last night.”

“I know. And you know what I’m talking about. That night. You said my grandmother helped you wrap it up. Did she?”

“What is this about? Did being in that house traumatize you or something?”

“I just can’t figure it out.”

“Figure what out?”

“What happened? When it happened. I can’t explain what happened.”

“You gotta get past that. Get past last night. You need to not let that bother you. It was a long time ago. I’m thinking now it probably is a good idea to sell that place, if it’s going to affect you like this.”

“I know. I couldn’t even sleep last night. Tossing and turning.”

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I am. Just got questions that’s all.”

“Questions about wh – uh – hold on.

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