Page 125 of Blue Moon Mistress

“I still remember how to get there.”

Twenty

After three dozenrounds of questions, Elaria sent the guys off to her guest rooms and dragged me down the hall to stay with her.

“It’s not that I think you’d start an orgy or anything. I just want a little one-on-one girl time.”

“Sure.”

She shimmies into her pajamas, a pair of black shorts that say “witchin’” across the butt and a tank top with ghosts playing peekaboo over her boobs.

“So…” She says, fluffing up her pillow and snuggling down. “What’s it like dating four guys? Exhausting?”

I glance toward the door, wondering if they’re going to be close enough to hear. Either way, I tell her the truth. “Exhilarating.”

She groans, a jealous sound, but it’s followed immediately by a smile. “The literally endless supply of sex has to be nice.”

“You have no idea.”

“I really don’t. Half of my potential dating pool thinks ‘old school’ is desirable, when it mostly means they want me to do everything in the relationship.”

She shakes her head and half buries it in the pillow. “The second you turn thirty-three your mom is going to beonyou to give her grandbabies… especially since you’ve got all the requisite parts on standby.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. And when she joins me, I can’t stop. My sides hurt so bad…

The hours tick by and exhaustion finally takes hold.

I’m not surprised that I close my eyes, and when I open them, seemingly on a blink, daylight streams through the curtains, and Elaria is gone.

I get dressed and follow the clattering to the kitchen.

The guys come out a moment later, and I have a feeling they were listening for me.

From the look Elaria gives them, I’d say they’ve guessed as much too. “I hope you all slept well last night.”

They all nod and stumble through a round of “thank you for having us.”

She flips a spatula at them, but none of the batter leaves the silicone. “Now that you’ve got the coven’s blessing, make sure you keep it.”

The look at each other and then at me.

I just shake my head. “She’s being dramatic.”

“Only a little bit.”

Johnny clears his throat. “We’d be happy to make breakfast as a thank you.”

“For a kitchen witch?” Elaria looks at him with mock horror. “Don’t you dare.”

“Is that why your kitchen is the size of Scarlette’s whole house?” Joshua asks.

“It’s one of the reasons.” She points toward the far end of the counter. “Coffee’s done.”

The pot clicks over as she points to it. The kettle chirps a moment later.

As Thomas pours his coffee, he scowls at the black liquid. “What’s with the one witch—blue-black hair and pink horn rimmed glasses—who voted guilty?”

“Picked her out, did you?” Elaria rolls her eyes and sighs. “Don’t worry about her. She’s part of the coven because she’s just too old to abandon.”

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