“So you just did it because you were being nice to him and didn’t think about how that would affect me?”
“Yeah. I’m not mean, just stupid sometimes.”
Morgaine covered her mouth as if trying not to laugh.
“I see you smirkin’.” Gwyneth advanced on her cousin, but Konrad inserted himself between them.
“Hold on, you two.”
Morgaine peered around him and continued to talk to Gwyneth as if there weren’t a six-foot-four-inch werewolf standing between them. “Why not just invite Joe toourapartment?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“On account o’ he gets horny from all the dirty talk comin’ out of my mouth. Then he just has to start—”
Konrad cleared his throat. “Not to change the subject or anything, but I thought Joe was moving out.”
“He is.”
“What?” Morgaine seemed shocked. “I thought you changed his mind.”
“Well, he changed it back.”
Konrad folded his arms. “It might be for the best. You two have been fighting ever since he moved in. You were the best of friends before that. Isn’t that true?” He looked from one witch to the other. “I never heard fights in the hallway before.”
At last Morgaine answered. “We’ve had our disagreements, but not like this.”
Gwyneth sniffed. “You liked me better when you were my teacher. Now I find I can do things on my own that you can’t, like writin’ dirty books.”
Morgaine lowered her voice. “Yeah, how will you do that, if Joe moves out and can’t correct your grammar for you?”
“I’ll think of somethin’. Maybe Konrad here can do it. You used to be a teacher, didn’t ya, Konrad?”
He held up both hands and took a step back. “I’m not getting involved in anything that might make one of you furious or my girlfriend insecure.”
“Aw.” Gwyneth tipped her head. “Y’all are a right stand-up guy, Konrad. I wish I had someone as dedicated to me as y’all are to Roz.”
“What about Joe?” Morgaine asked.
“That was just sex.”
“Ah-ha! You finally admitted you were just using him!”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
Dottie appeared at the stair landing and called, “What’s going on up there?”
Gwyneth leaned over the railing. “None of your bees—”
Konrad slapped a hand over Gwyneth’s mouth. “Just a little disagreement, Dottie. I’m sure the girls will work it out.”
“Well, do it quietly, for God’s sake. I can’t hear myself think.”
As soon as the door slammed, Morgaine snorted. “Dottie thinks?”
