Page 35 of Bewitched By the Headless Horseman
“Thanks,” Stevie said before meeting up with Kit a few headstones away. “No answer. Only that you’re awickedman.”
As they got in the car to head back to the house, they remained quiet. Once she unlocked the door to her home, Kit finally broke the silence. “I won’t fault you if you believe I’m lying.”
“I don’t.” Stevie sighed. “I just think a warlock took his wrath way too far and didn’t want to look villainy in front of his village.ButI still can’t believe you didn’t tell me Levi was her husband to begin with.”
“I said a jealous warlock. I assumed you would’ve known that meant lovers. It’s not my fault you didn’t question further.” Kit shrugged, brushing past her to the kitchen cabinet to pull out a glass.
“You don’t eat or drink, so what are you doing in there?” Stevie asked as she watched him sift through a few items in the fridge.
Without a word, he plucked a carton and poured a glass of milk, then placed it on the table in front of her. “There,” he said. “Drink and relax.”
Stevie arched a brow, taken aback that he remembered what she liked to drink when Reese had so easily forgotten. “This doesn’t quite make us even.” She took a swig of the cool liquid, letting it glide down her throat. “All right, maybe it does.”
“You look less tense now.”
Curiosity got the best of her as she studied his broad shoulders, the invisible face that she itched to get a second look at. “What were you like back in your century? How many women did you date orcourt? Or did you only wait for Clara?”
“If you can dig into my past, then can I dig into yours?” he said silkily, stepping closer to her, his chest nearly brushing hers if they could actually touch. Her heart pounded faster, and to the lucky clovers in her thumb ring, she hoped he couldn’t hear it.
“Deal!” Stevie held out her arm and shook hands with the air. Her secrets weren’t much to write home about—he already knew about her mom’s past.
Kit leaned against the counter, propping his elbows on it. “What do you want to know, Pumpkin?”
“Were you celibate while you were in love with Clara?” She inwardly cringed at her meddlesome question, but she wanted toknow.
“Women these days, oryou, are rather forward.” And she could hear the smile in his voice. “Was I celibate after I met Clara? Yes. Virginal? No. Now my turn. Did you and Reese…” he trailed off.
She thought about the almost-awkward kiss that she would choose having a hex put on her over going through that embarrassing moment again. “No, not even a kiss. And I have only ever had one long-term boyfriend. Yes, hanky panky was involved, and before him, I’d kissed two guys.”
“Interesting.” By his even tone, she couldn’t tell what he meant by that word exactly.
Stevie toyed with the hem of her shirt before asking, “How many women have you … bedded?”
“Two,” he drawled. “But they were only temporary infatuations.”
With a face like that?she wanted to say. But a part of her was thrilled he hadn’t banged all the women in or outside of Sleepy Hollow. “We’re digging deeper now.” She grinned. “What were you like?”
“As you know, my father was a physician,” Kit started. “He taught me how to use a sword and died when I was twelve. My mother passed just before my twenty-third birthday which was a reason it made it easy to leave for Sleepy Hollow. Only my mother knew I was a seer. She kept it from my father since he wouldn’t have understood. However, she was also one. I had two older sisters who I wasn’t close with. They married young and left our small village. And you know about my time in Sleepy Hollow. So I take it with this game, it means it’s your turn.”
Stevie contemplated where to begin. “And as you know, my dad’s a dentist. He fell in love with my mom, found out she stole people’s hearts to live, and loved her anyway. Luckily that all worked out because my brother and I wouldn’t exist. Sometimes I say I can do without my brother, but really I love him. My ex-boyfriend couldn’t deal with me being a seer, so he went bye-bye. I never went to college since I decided to remain a witch’s assistant. Oh, and I collect antique things. Stamps and coins are at the top of my list.”
“Like those ceramic heads, I take it?”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “They’re head vases, but yes.”
Her phone dinged, and Reese’s name popped up on the screen. A picture of a house decorated with at least a hundred jack-o’-lanterns and a message reading,Tis the season, friend. It was sort of a weird text to send after their earlier conversation.
I wish that was my house, but I can’t even carve one pumpkin properly.Or no, that was a lie—the one she’d carved with Kit had come out fancy.
“How about you show me this stamp collection of yours,” Kit suggested.
“Really?” She laughed softly. “I’ve never had anyone want to look at my prized possessions without me badgering them.”
“There’s a first for everything.”
“All right, come pop that cherry then.” Stevie grinned wider as she led him into her room. She grabbed three boxes from the desk and plopped down onto the two-seater game chair near the TV. Kit’s broad form sank down beside her, and she handed him one of the boxes.
“If you want me to show you how to play a video game after, I can,” she continued. “I don’t play much, but I have it for when Gideon comes over since it’s like the only thing he wants to do. He hates all the movies I like. What kind of person only wants to watch superhero movies?”
