What's a Witch to Do?: A Midnight Magic Mystery (10 page)

I grab those and she pays. “Here you go,” I say as I hand her the bag.

“I am going home to sleep until class. See you tonight. Nice to meet you, A.J.” And with smiles for us both she departs.

I clear my throat. For some reason I feel uncomfortable at present, as if the air is thicker than normal. “So uh, what do you think? You have more experience with dangerous people than I do.”

“She seems perfectly nice,” he says, removing the last of the books from one of the shelves. “But that doesn’t mean jack at this point.”

“I helped raise her. She was at the house almost every day. She’s a good girl.”

“Just don’t put up blinders. Some of the wolves who attacked the pack were family. I used to hunt with the guy who shot me. Hell, he arranged for me to lose my virginity.”

“You got shot?” I ask.

“Silver shot to the back and shoulder with a shotgun,” he says as he measures the shelf.

My mouth drops open. “Holy shit, Adam. I’m so sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. I survived. A lot of others didn’t.” I have no idea what to say, so I say nothing. He half smiles to reassure me and stands. “I need to, um, remove the statues to measure this,” he says, pointing to one of the shelves on the wall with various statues of deities. “Are all the shelves the same size?”

“No clue.”

“I was thinking, this place is pretty claustrophobic, especially the floor space.” He is not wrong. “What if I line the wall with one continuous shelf, or even two. That way you can get rid of some of these displays, and the place will look cleaner. I did the same to this bookstore in Baltimore. It really helped.”

I envision his suggestions and smile. “You know, I never thought of that. I think it will work. You’re a genius!”

The bell rings as two of my witches, Hazel and Lucy, enter. Adam retreats to the back of the store to measure the walls. I get them their herbs and oil for tonight’s lesson, and we chat about the wedding. As I hand them their bag, the bell rings again and in walks a man holding a huge vase of red roses. “Mona McGregor?” the delivery man asks. Hazel’s and Lucy’s eyes pop out of their heads. I nod. “Sign here.”

“Um, okay … ” I say, signing.

“Oh my word, who are they from?” Hazel asks as he departs.

“No idea.” I take out the card. Hell’s bells.

Dear Mona, a little incentive for Wednesday. Guy.

A smile spreads like wildfire across my face. Someone sent me flowers. A
man
sent me flowers. This has never happened before. Sure I’m not a big fan of roses, bluebells and violets are more my speed, but … holy shit!

I notice Adam staring at me and immediately drop my smile. “They’re from no one. Excuse me.” I take the vase with me into the back room away from prying eyes. A lady does not speak about her beau in mixed company.

“When did she get a boyfriend?” Lucy asks in the other room.

“I wonder who he is,” Hazel responds. The bell rings a few seconds later as they leave. It’s just flowers. Men send flowers every day. Okay, why am I so darn uncomfortable about this? It’s like the already heavy air just gained ten pounds. Maybe it’s because this is all so new to me. I’m out of practice how to react when a man is publicly wooing me. Not that one ever has. The sad truth is that I’ve only ever been in one relationship, if it could be called that, and that was fifteen years ago. Dennis was an anthropology student at UVA, doing his dissertation on the roots of Wicca. He was here for all of two weeks and never called after he left. I found out later he had a fiancé. That was my one foray into love, or at least sex. Since then I’ve only been on a handful of dates and each time came to the conclusion that men are usually nothing but trouble, and I have enough of that in my life already. Then I saw Guy … I sigh. He really does like me. A gorgeous doctor likes me. Crap, now I have to go to that damn auction, and I have nothing to wear. See? A man’s complicating my life, and we haven’t even been on one date. He better be worth it.

• Supply shopping/lunch
  

My employee Alice, a forty-year veteran of the store, arrives an hour later so I can take my lunch break. A quiet Adam and I take this opportunity to run to the hardware store down the street for supplies. He’s barely said a non-work-related word to me since the flowers. I do like a man who doesn’t pry.

There’s still time left after we drop off the hardware at the shop to grab some take-out at the diner. It’s bustling so we’re lucky to snag two seats at the counter to place and wait for our orders. Our luck doesn’t end there. Cheyenne runs to and fro behind the counter with plates, her emotionless eyes sliding over me as she passes. “That’s Cheyenne,” I tell Adam.

She passes again but this time her gaze locks on Adam. She stops in front of us, licking her red lips and smiling seductively. “Well, hello,” she purrs.

“Hello,” Adam says with a matching smile. I have the strongest urge to smack his arm.

“Are you the mysterious cousin everyone’s been buzzing about?” she asks.

“I have a feeling I am.”

I clear my throat. “Sorry, Cheyenne, we’re in a hurry.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off Adam. “What can I get you two?”

“I’ll have the Cobb salad to go, dressing on the side,” I say. If I eat healthy starting now maybe I can lose ten pounds by Wednesday. Yeah, right.

“Can I have two hamburgers, both rare, and fries on the side?” Adam asks.

“A man with a hearty appetite. I like that.” With a coy grin, she leaves to place our order.

“Can you please not fraternize with the enemy?” I ask in a low voice.

Cheyenne glances over her shoulder at Adam, who smiles. “If she likes me, I might be able to get her to open up.”

“In more ways than one,” I mutter.

“Mona!” Clay calls behind me. Adam and I turn to find him approaching. He’s sporting the green-and-black bowtie I gave him for Christmas. He kisses my cheek. “Hi. I was just having lunch with Griff. Who is—”

“A.J. You know,
our
cousin A.J. From Boston?”

It takes Clay a second, but he gets it. “Right! Our second cousin who’s staying with you. Right. Nice to meet you. Cousin.”

The men shake hands. “You too.”

“Clay is my oldest friend, and he works at the paper. He’s helping on that project I told you about.”

“I actually have made some progress on that front,” Clay says, glancing at Cheyenne, whose eyes keep finding Adam. Hussy. “Let me just say bye to Griff, and we can go back to your shop,” he says before returning to his editor.

Adam moves to get up. “Be right back.” He walks toward the bath-
rooms.

The second he’s out of sight, Cheyenne hustles over to me, brimming with excitement. “Please tell me he’s not my cousin too.”

“Nope.” Sadly.

“And he’s staying at your house? Will he be there tonight?”

“Yep, but I think he has a girlfriend in Boston.”

“So? I have a boyfriend.”

Already guilty of infidelity, can cold-blooded murder be far behind? “Doesn’t he live in Richmond? I thought I heard you were spending a lot of time there.”

“Cheyenne!” Shane, the manager of the diner, shouts through the partition. “Come on! Hustle!”

“Fuck. See you tonight,” she says as she walks away.

Crap. I’ll try interrogating her tonight if I can pry her tentacles off Adam.

Clay plops down in the vacant seat next to me a second later. “What did she say?”

“That girl is pure evil. No question.”

Adam returns a minute later and our food arrives a minute after that. Can’t beat that service. Cheyenne winks at Adam as she hands him the bag. He winks back. I suppress an eye roll. “Friendly town,” Adam says as we walk out.

The shop is quiet with only one customer browsing books, so I leave Alice out there and shut the back room curtain. Adam immediately digs into his first burger, red juice dripping down his chin. I hand him a napkin. With their superfast metabolism, werewolves need lots of protein and carbs. I’ve seen one devour an entire turkey and still have room for pie.

Clay grimaces as Adam licks the blood off his fingers. “So you’re a werewolf, huh?”

Adam narrows his eyes at me. “He knows about preters?”

“My entire life has revolved around witchcraft and the co-op since I was born; he figured it out after a couple of years. Everyone in town kinda knows the deal.”

“I won’t tell about you though,” Clay say indignantly. “Hell, who’d believe me?”

“What did you find out, Clay?” I ask.

“I called my friend at the
Richmond Standard.
She covers the social scene there. I gave her the names, and she cross-referenced them. It seems that Erica and that vampire Thomas Wellington and Alejandro Agguire regularly attend parties together. They have for years.”

“So she knows them. Not surprising.”

“Well, according to Samantha, the rumors have swirled for years that Thomas and Erica were sleeping together. It’s just rumors though.”

“Wouldn’t shock me,” I say, “but if she’s sleeping with Thomas, why not conspire with him, not Alejandro?”

“Maybe she was sleeping with both of them,” Adam suggests.

“I’ll call him tonight and try to find out what that shithead bastard found out before he offed Alejandro,” I say. “What else?”

“Nothing on Shirley or Collins. I did find an archived article about Cheyenne from three years ago. She was arrested for drunk driving.”

Bad girl, but I already knew this. “Keep focusing on Erica. See if you can dig up any more on her relationship with the vampires.”

“Roger, roger. I better get back to work. That article on the library renovation isn’t going to write itself.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll call when I have news.” He spins around to walk out but stops halfway when he spots the roses. “Oh my God. Did that doctor send you those?”

I glance at Adam, who picks at his fries, and say, “Um … yep.”

“Wow. That’s great. Are you going on Wednesday?”

“There’s kind of a lot going on, Clay.”

“There’s always time for love, Mona. I mean, you’ve had your sights set on him for three months, and he obviously likes you enough to spend a hundred bucks on flowers.”

“Goodbye, Clay,” I say in sing-song with a tiny wave.

“Fine. Nice to meet you, Adam.” Adam nods and Clay walks out, leaving me mortified. I stab some lettuce and stuff it into my mouth. I’m not used to having a private life, but I certainly know I don’t want it discussed.

“So you met this doctor three months ago?” Adam asks.

My eyes narrow. “Yeah. Why?”

“Because if I’m going to keep you safe, I need to know the people in your life, boyfriends included.”

“He is not my boyfriend, and he has
nothing
to do with the woman trying to kill me. He’s a doctor. From D.C. He doesn’t know a thing about witches or vampires.”

“How can you know?” Adam asks. “I don’t like the timing. Has he seemed interested in you this whole time or is this a recent occurrence?”

I open my mouth to protest, but the words don’t come out. It is kind of odd that after three months he chooses
now
to start courting me. The few interactions we’ve had prior to Saturday were friendly but certainly not flirty. Well, there was that look he gave me after Sophie’s bee sting episode. I was sitting on her hospital bed with Cora in my lap playing war with a crumply deck of cards, and he was at the door, looking most impressed. He even winked at me. Maybe that’s when the seed was planted. That’s gotta be it. It has to be. Right? Because if it’s not … no. Not going there. Of course a great, handsome, smart man like Guy Sutcliffe could like me. Good things like this happen, they do, and now they’re happening to me.

I scoff. “So the only way a man can be interested in me is if he’s evil? Is that what you’re implying?”

“Of course not. I—”

I pick up my salad and stand. “Guy is not trying to kill me, he’s trying to sleep with me, thank you very much. That doesn’t make him crazy or evil, it makes him the smartest man in town, present company included. Because I am a caring, vibrant, passionate, strong woman who would happen to make the best damn partner in the state, and Guy just happens to be intelligent enough to recognize that.”

I start walking toward the door, but Adam grabs my arm. “Mona, I—”

I jerk my arm away and look him square in the eyes, indignant rage emerging from my every pore. “My entire life has been about others since I was a kid. Their wants, their needs. I am a good friend, a good sister, a good aunt, and a good spiritual leader.” I bite my lower lip. “I kept my family together through sickness and death. I am raising children that are not my own by myself. I help women reach their full potential. And I’m happy to do it, I really am. I’m good at it.
Damn
good. It’s what I was put on this earth to do. But what about me? It’s never been about me. I don’t get what I want, hell I barely get what I need, and right now, I need this. I need to believe that something good can happen to me. Because if it can’t … then why the hell am I fighting so hard to stay alive?” I shake my head. We’re both breathing heavier than normal. “I am
entitled
to some damn happiness. I’ve earned it, threefold. And now it’s come to call. Don’t you dare tarnish it.”

I avert my eyes and stalk out. Adam doesn’t follow.

Alice stares at me through her glasses, looking very concerned. I plop my salad down on the counter and lean against its solid bulk, once again trying to fight back tears. Alice rubs my back. “Having a bad day?”

“Having a bad life.”

• Founders’ Day Committee Meeting
  

Things pick up in the afternoon with most of my class swinging by for ingredients. As I’m ringing them up, each and every one of their eyes dart to Adam, who scrapes paint off my window like a maniac. Step one of the renovation: re-paint the name of the store. It hasn’t had so much as a touchup in twenty years, so the words have chipped off. I decided on midnight blue with yellow to represent moonlight. If it turns out half as good as the sketch Adam made, I’ll be happy.