Page 110 of Blue Moon Mistress

“It’s not.” Joshua, ever the spokesperson of the group says, “It’s just one we really care about the answer to.

“Okay, shoot.”

“We’d like for you to be our girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” I repeat the word, not enjoying the way it rolls on my tongue.

When they look nervous, I say, “I don’t object to the idea, just the terminology.”

“Then what would you like us to call you?” Chase asks, looking like he’d be happy to use any word I want. “What term can we use to designate you are our romance partner?”

“I have an idea.” Johnny picks me up.

And Thomas actually groans. “Down, boy.”

“It’s a great idea and I get to pitch it.” He twirls me around. “How about we call you ‘Our witch.’ That way, when the time comes, you’ll be able to yell‘I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!’at one of us when we do something silly.”

Thomas says his name under his breath.

“We are not trying to push you into anything too fast,” he says it to me, but his glare doesn’t leave Johnny.

“I’m not suggesting there’s any problem with a quick courtship. My parents got married after a month.” I kiss Johnny on the nose and turn back to the rest of them. “There are four of you… let’s at least wait four months before we jump in feet first.”

The way Johnny nods… he might pressure the other three for a January thirty-first proposal.

I can only laugh at the absurdity of it.

“But we’re dating, now, right?” Chase asks.

He’s standing back, hands in his pockets, watching me carefully.

“Yes. We’re dating.” Not that I’d had any intention of looking for anyone else to spend time with. I move away from the others and step into Chase’s arms. “I think we can officially say you’re all mine.”

Johnny hurries into the other room and Joshua watches him go. “I hope you know… you’re probably going to see at least one of us a day from now on.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

A clatter echoes from the back, and Johnny emerges, holding a rough, wooden object. When he sits it on the counter, I get a good look at it.

It’s the spinner.

The wheel is all sliced up like a pie and between each line, there’s a different game name.

Clue, Sorry, Scrabble… and what I can only guess is Hearts, based on the five hearts drawn down the slice, fill a piece of the pie along with a dozen others.

“Tada” Johnny says, spinning the wheel and letting it clack through.

I look up at Chase. “Let me guess. It’s originally for bar games.”

“Charity events mostly.” He steers me to it. “Do the honors and pick the first game?”

I give it tentative spin, but it clacks all the way around and lands on Boggle.

“Yes!” Johnny punches a fist in the air. “I’m great at this.”

With a chuckle, I pat him on the chest. “You guys set up, I’ve got a piece of rice or something stuck.” I wave vaguely at my mouth and slip into the foyer, grabbing my purse before I check on my teeth in the mirror.

It’s a sesame seed. Pale white, it doesn’t stand out glaringly against my teeth, but it is certainly annoying.

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