Page 129 of Blue Moon Mistress

Partially because ill will met with ill will never did anyone any good. And partially because he’s distracted and doesn’t seem to have the patience for that kind of response.

“Those warnings you wrote up for me?” He says, suddenly.

“The ones about love potions?”

“Yeah, could you do a few more for me? I’m running low.”

“Really?” I don’t like the sound of that. “Who’s coming in here for those sorts of ingredients?”

“You know I can’t give out the names of my clients.”

“If girls are making love potions… the last thing we want is for a problem to break out at the high school.”

“Honestly… They’ve just gone missing.” He looks at me, brows pinched in disgust. “I wouldn’t sell high school girls the necessary things for a love potion.”

I can’t use the warnings as a bargaining chip. Those pieces of paper have to be written regardless of whether or not he’s willing to tell.

“I’ll try to bring some more in before the weekend.”

“Thanks.”

I take the lavender and put it in the bottom of my purse. “Just remember not to drink anything a stranger offers you.”

He snorts. “No one’s making love potions for me, Scar.”

“You never know.”

I say goodbye and am glad I get out of there before he sucks me into a discussion onwhyno one is making a potion for him.Nice guyisn’t quite accurate, but still…

My car is still warm, but I hang out long enough to get the heater back up to a cozy temperature.

That’s why the pair on the corner catches my eye.

I have no idea what Thomas would need to buy from the antique shop, but it’s the only place that uses that kind of bag. He clutches it to him and his smile looks forced.

Mrs. Miller’s granddaughters are all beautiful, and the one with Thomas is even prettier when she smiles.

I watch them from my car, wondering… not enjoying the roil of jealousy that has settled in my belly.

I blow away the ugly feeling. It doesn’t serve me. Turning out of the parking lot, I drive away, not looking back.

When I park in front of the guys’ house, I spare a moment to glance at Mrs. Miller’s house. Its windows glow bright, and I see multiple silhouettes in the window.

Hopefully having a full house will keep the old lady from invading the guys’.

I’m halfway up the steps when the door ahead of me opens, the large shadow that spills out makes it impossible to mistake who it is.

He meets me five steps down and picks me up, twirling me. I purse my lips to keep a startled squeak from escaping.

“That’s dangerous.” I swat his chest and he just laughs.

He doesn’t let me down until we’re inside.

“This,” Johnny pulls the key from his pocket with a flourish. “Is for you.”

“I don’t think I’ve made it to this door while it was still closed since the first time I was here.”

His smile is tight, like he’s trying not to laugh, and he shrugs. “Then let it be a symbol, if nothing else.”

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