That takes a second to register, and when it does, I get my first real laugh in a week.
Fiona runs an online recycled art store with a specialty in jewelry made from reclaimed junk. She’s also Snaggletooth Creek’s most prominent Wiccan practitioner.
It’s a good combination.
She cleanses the auras of anything she recycles before she sells it. Everything on her site is guaranteed curse-free.
Ah, fuck.
I told Grey about Fiona and her war with her neighbor.
To the best of his knowledge, I was talking about a water rights war between Ms. Sharpie and Mr. Leprechaun.
It’s actually about a greenhouse straddling a property line and whether or not she was growing poison ivy for use in spells on him.
Andhimis one of the triplets who gets super mad when I talk about it, so I never say which triplet.
I love the triplets too much to divulge any more than that.
“So they’re definitelyover-over?” Devi asks.
Laney nods while she pushes Jitter out from under the table. “That is the one thing that’s crystal clear in the whole situation.” She looks at me. “Will your new boss figure out who you were talking about, or do we need to do damage control?”
“I think he’s writing me off as a liar, and I changed alotof details, so we’re probably good. But it might not be a bad idea for a few more people to tell him some incorrect gossip so he quits worrying about what I might’ve told him.”
Devi squints at me. “There’s something you’re not saying.”
“It’s—”
“Addison Hunter at three o’clock,” Laney says quickly.
Devi and I both whip our heads around.
Shit.
She’s right.
Addison’s here.
Addison’s here, and she’s angling up to Grey like she has every intention of asking him to head back to her place.
Over my cold, dead, gossip-loving body.
“Jitter, you win,” I tell him. “Let’s go see your new BFF.”
“Aww, Jitter likes him?” Devi says.
“Jitter likes everyone.”
Except Addison.
I have forbidden him from liking Addison.
And I tell myself Addison is the only reason I’m rising from my seat to cross the room with my dog and rescue Grey.
Again.
If he wanted to talk to Devi, or Laney, or Kayla, orwhoever, I don’t care.
