Page 137 of Blue Moon Mistress

“You could have built a bigger one.”

“True, but before I met you guys, I had assumed it would just be me and one other witch, at most… if he was an actual part of my life at all, and then a daughter… maybe two.” I look around the house. “At the time, it had seemed like it was the perfect size.”

“And now?”

“Now, it might be a touch too cozy. But it fits us all okay for now. And besides, changing it would be an undertaking. These walls aren’t going to move without a fight.”

“Physical or magical?”

“A little of both, honestly.”

“There are secret cabinets all over the place.” I lean over and pop open a piece of paneling to reveal shelves stuffed with my ancestor’s grimoires and recipes.

“Okay, I like the house a little bit more now.” Joshua goes to the shelves and starts inspecting the woodwork.

My mother would be pissed if she knew I was giving away the family “secrets.”

“Enough talk about construction!” Johnny drags a pair of bags off of the floor. “Who’s ready to help me fake a Thanksgiving feast?”

Twenty-Three

The house might be small,but even with all four of them here, it never feels cramped.

Three straight days of them has left me just a little bit sore and has my house smelling of sex and cinnamon—thanks to Johnny’s constant breaks to make sure everyone stays fed.

The quiet long weekend has made it abundantly clear that this thing we’re trying could be the best thing any of us have had before.

Johnny is in the kitchen, bossing Chase around. I have no idea where Thomas has gotten off to, but as I tighten the belt on my robe, I go to Joshua. Sitting at my kitchen table in nothing but his boxers, he fits right in, like he’s always been here.

He’s working on something, digital pen in his hand as he pulls long lines across the screen.

“What’s that?” I ask and before I get a good look at it, Joshua puts the tablet into sleep mode.

“Just dreaming.”

I cock a brow and he wrinkles his nose. “Okay. I’ll show you, but like I said, it’s just dreaming.”

He opens the tablet back up and the screen fills with an architectural program.

The floor plan is my house… with some extra added on.

“That looks like an expensive dream.”

There are three new bedrooms and four more bathrooms. The layout isn’t ideal, but I have a feeling he hasn’t been planning this for long.

“May I make a suggestion before you get any further into this dream?”

“Sure.” He pulls me down to sit in his lap and holds me tight to him.

“Decrease the footprint and add a second floor.” I kiss him on the cheek. “There are things buried under these two easterly bedrooms that you do not want pulled up by an excavator while putting in a new foundation.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Dreaming? No, I don’t mind that at all.”

By now, I should be itching to have my solitude back. I should be looking for ways to get them out of my house and out of my hair.

But I don’t want them to go anywhere.

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