I squeal as Gus grabs us both and pulls us out from the middle of the road.
“Get out of the road, you heathens!” the old man in the blue pick-up truck shouts as he drives past.
The three of us share a concerned look, and then we all start to laugh.
As we walk back to the house, we formulate a plan. One that will hopefully get Wade to break the curse all on his own… sort of.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Daisy
“Myfavoritepartisthe fine print,” I say with a shake of my head, leaning back on the couch.
“The bit about not being held liable? Yeah,” Rhett huffs. “Ridiculous.”
Gus takes the contract from my hand and reads, “Cursed will still have the option to shift after the curse is lifted. Naomi Westwitch cannot be held responsible for success of trigger words during or after the curse.”
“She sounds like a peach,” I say.
“Where did Agnes find someone like this?” Rhett asks, picking up his bottle of water from the end table.
“Salem,” comes the deep voice belonging to Charlie.
“Hey, Charlie,” I say with a smile.
“Hiya, Miss Daisy. How are you doing?”
“Good. Hope you’re getting enough rest and drinking enough water.”
“Sure am,” he says. “I’m heading into town, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”
I raise a brow, looking at the guys.
“You two go. I’ll stay with Wade,” Gus suggests.
“Uh,” Charlie says, scratching his head. “He’s gotta stay, right?” He points at Rhett.
“Actually, no. He can leave the property.”
“Huh?” Charlie says.
“We’re working on breaking the curse.” I offer him the contract. “Cracked Grannie’s safe and got the info we needed.”
“Holy moly,” he says with a whistle, handing it back. “All right, then, Rhett. Let’s take you into town.”
“Before you go,” Gus says. Charlie stops. “Salem?”
Charlie nods. “She took a trip out there for that purpose. Came back happier than a pig in shit.”
“How did she do it?” Rhett asks. “Without the witch here?”
“Got some vials. Put it in your grandpa’s drinks.” He gives a small smile, then heads out to the truck.
I kiss Gus before I go, Rhett holding my hand all the way out to the truck.
Charlie’s red pick-up truck is older than me, with only one bench seat and a ton of tools in the bed. I squish in the middle, letting Rhett have the window. He stares out of it in awe, looking at the world he hasn’t seen in six years. Six whole years. Can you imagine? I surely can’t.
Although after being here for so long, going back to my apartment will feel like a whole new world, so maybe I can, just a little, understand the way he’s seeing this town.
