Page 55 of When You Least Expect It
“Which means that she’s going to continue to put hexes on us?”Calista squawked.
“Ms.Glenn, I’m going to tell you the same thing that we told her,” Officer Hatcher remarked sternly.“We can only enforce the current laws of the land.Therefore, as magic has no legal validity to it, we cannot arrest her for putting hexes on you from the privacy of her own home.”
“That’s bullshit,” Calista grumbled.“I mean, they’re threats, aren’t they?”
Before Calista could get us in trouble, I said, “Again, thank you for all your help in this matter.We really appreciate it.”
Officer Hatcher didn’t look like he believed me.“Look, if you’re really concerned, get that restraining order.”
After pulling my hand from her mouth, Calista asked, “Are you guys still going to talk with Jury Patton?”
“Yes, we are,” Officer Nolan answered.“While we don’t have any real evidence of any wrongdoing on his part, Ms.Mackrell’s...uhm, unwavering dedication to him is enough to make us go speak with him.”
“Thank you,” Calista replied, relieved.“We appreciate it.”
Giving us both a tight nod, Officer Nolan said, “If we find anything significant to your complaint, then we’ll be in contact.If not, then call us if you need us again.”
Without another word, the officers left, and I shut the door, locking it for good measure.“Well, that seemed rather anticlimactic.”
“Officer Hatcher’s a dick,” she announced, making me laugh.
“He leaves a lot to be desired, that’s for sure,” I agreed.“Now, are you okay with me getting comfortable in your kitchen or do you prefer that we go to my house.”
Calista scowled as she sat at the kitchen island.“You’re offering to cook, why in the hell would I mind you being in my kitchen?”
I shrugged.“Some people can be territorial about their personal space.”
“Which I totally understand,” she replied.“However, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, and you’re offering to cook me dinner, so you’re fine.Plus, you’ve had your face between my legs, and that’s as personal as someone’s space can get.”
I froze, looking back at her.“Did you really just say that?”
“Well, it’s true,” she harrumphed.
Moving on from that conversation, I asked, “What’s your favorite food?”
“All of it,” she answered.
“You’re killing me, baby,” I said, looking back at her.“Okay, what would you like to eat for dinner?Or what’s Harvey’s favorite food?”
“What can you make that’s good?”she countered, and it was clear that the kitchen duties now belonged to me since Calista was no help, and Harvey hadn’t moved from his spot during all this.
“Okay, you’re getting a burger and homemade fries,” I told her.“Do you have what we need for that, or do I need to go back to my place?”
“What am I?A savage?”she huffed.“Who doesn’t have stuff to make hamburgers?”
“All vegans and vegetarians,” I automatically answered.
“Not now that they have that fake meat,” she countered, and I had nothing for that.
Twenty minutes later, dinner was served, and the comfortable silence as we ate was kind of unreal, but it was also very, very perfect.
