But she let that go too.
I had to talk Mona and Kacey into coming for Halloween next year.
I had my plan.
I was going to dress up and be another Kimmy, maybe get my girls in on it and be the Sanderson sisters.
Fake spells or no, one thing I knew.
Even sex scandals, serial killers, psychopath shenanigans, shifty sheriffs and shady cult leaders who got away (so far) didn’t dim the magic of Misted Pines.
It seemed there was nothing to dim the magic of Misted Pines.
THIRTY-EIGHT
SEAL
Mabel
Hannibal’s ferocious bark woke me up with a start.
Tonks added her frantic barking while Hutch slipped from my arms in his bed.
It had been weeks, but it wasn’t only that Enstrom and Burress hadn’t yet been caught that was the reason why I spent every night at Hutch’s.
I knew this was my home.
Forever.
Hutch knew it too.
So I used my workshop, paid my rent and made sure everything was hunky-dory.
But when my lease came up, I wouldn’t be renewing.
I talked to Hutch about this (because, as you know, good relationships were built on healthy communication), and he agreed.
Our relationship was young.
We were both independent and did our own thing.
But he was going to build a workshop for me on his land and, “I’m not gonna wanna wait for over a year for us to make this decision we both know is already made.So fuck it, let’s do it.”
Hutch’s words.
Not romantic.
But they meant everything.
Now, I pushed up to an arm in the bed and mumbled, “Wha?—?”
“Quiet,” Hutch said in a low tone I’d never heard from him, not even when he spoke to the dogs.
But it was a serious tone.
Very serious.
I could hear the puppies howling now.
