Page 3 of My Blind Date is a Demon

I chuckle. “That’s a tough one. I mean, I guess you just say no and don’t go into the details.”

“Yeah,” she says. “I guess Beckett and I just need to sit down and agree on a backstory for me, then go over it a hundred times to make sure we don’t mess it up.”

“Could be a fun little project for you,” I say.

“Yeah, I guess. So, how are you and Bella doing?”

“Alright,” I say. “She’s really enjoying her classes with Beverly.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she says. Cora usually works at The Book Coven while Beverly tutors Bella. Though we usually just spend the hour gabbing.

“She said something weird this morning,” I say. “She said that I should go online and find a fiancé.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah.”

“So…do you think she wants you to start dating again?”

“I don’t know,” I say, increasing my speed, which makes it a little harder to talk. “I couldn’t get her to say any more on the subject. And I didn’t really know what to say anyway.”

“Well…how do you feel about it?”

I shake my head and take a few deep breaths. “I don’t know,” is all I manage to get out.

“You could talk to Beverly about it.”

I cough out a laugh as I increase my speed even more. I suddenly wish I was running in the opposite way of this conversation. Beverly is a well-known matchmaker in our town. All of her matches eventually end up at the altar. It’s how Cora hooked up with Beckett, sort of. I know that if I was really ready to meet someone, all I would have to do is let Beverly Barnes know. But I can’t do that. I don’t know if I can ever do that. When I think about being with someone, I immediately go back to that night. To that stupid fight. Why did I say those things? Why did he have to leave?

Why did he have to die?

CHAPTER 2

“Hey, honey!” I say through the window, plastering on a huge smile when I see Bella come toward the car after school.

“Hey,” she says even more glumly than this morning as she climbs in and tosses her bag to the side.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing—”

“Ms. Jones!” her teacher, Bridget Hawthorne, calls out with a wave, coming toward us.

“What happened?” I ask Bella, who just rolls her eyes.

“Hi, Tamzin,” Bridget says, bending over to talk to me.

“Hi, Bridget. What’s up?”

“Well, I was going to call you, but when I saw you, I thought I could just talk to you now. Bella has been having some issues in her classes.”

“What kind of issues?” A car behind me in the pick-up line honks. I wave my arm out the window. Go around, I mouth in the rearview mirror.

“Her grades have been dropping significantly,” Bridget says. “I’ve sent home notes about it, but they haven’t been coming back signed.”

“Oh, probably because I haven’t been getting them,” I say, giving Bella a look. Bella crosses her arms and doesn’t look at me.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Bridget says, not unkindly. “I sent home another note with a sample of her latest work. Look it over and give me a call to—”

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