Page 24 of Air Of Mystery
I rolled my eyes at that comment.
To my surprise, Kenna dropped down beside me on one of the barstools. “I’ve been meaning to ask you how things were going with Charlie.”
I picked up the cup of tea. “It didn’t work out.”
“What happened?”
“After you and Tyler went to the hospital, Charlie wanted to talk. He had questions.”
Kenna cringed. “And how’d that discussion go?”
“Not well,” I admitted.
She sighed. “I worried that the incident on Henry Street might have messed things up for you two. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I told her. “You called for my help, and I was happy to be there. Even though I was mostly just clean up and emotional support.”
Kenna gave me an elbow nudge. “Don’t downplay it. You helped me by dealing with all the questions from the police, so I could focus on Tyler.”
“It was nothing.”
“Not to me,” she argued.
“Well, you more than handled yourself,” I said. “From what I saw you pulled off some kick-ass protection magick. I’m proud of you, Kenna.”
There was movement in the doorway and my jaw dropped to discover a barefoot Tyler, wearing a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, standing in the doorway. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said to Kenna.
Kenna’s smile all but lit up the room.
“Hey, Tyler.” I lifted my mug in salute. “Didn’t know you’d slept over.”
He stayed in the doorway. “Is that a problem for the family?”
I snorted out a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. Tim used to stay overnight with Cordelia before they were married.”
Tyler entered the kitchen but instead of taking a seat, he swooped in and laid one on my sister. Sipping my tea, I sat beside them, waiting them out.
By the time he lifted his mouth from hers she was flushed. “I’m testing a new muffin recipe,” Kenna said, her voice husky. “Do you want to try one?”
Tyler slid onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island. “Twist my arm.”
Kenna popped up to go get him a muffin, leaving me with Tyler.
“How goes the ghost hunting?” he asked me.
“We had a great investigation recently,” I said, stifling a yawn. “I was up working on the footage all night, turning it into two episodes for my YouTube channel.”
Kenna brought Tyler a cup of coffee and a muffin on a plate. “Let me know,” she told him. A timer sounded and she dashed across the kitchen to go and remove the next round of baked goods from the ovens.
Tyler sampled the muffin. “You’ve got a winner with this recipe, Red,” he told Kenna a moment later.
Kenna nodded at the compliment. “I may try out a dozen of these at the bakery today.”
“Can’t lose,” Tyler predicted.
Shifting in my chair to look at him, I asked, “How are you feeling, Tyler?” He continued to wear the bracelet featuring eye agates at his wrist, I noted. My grandmother had given the protective piece to him while he’d been in the hospital.
“I feel great,” he said. “How about you? Because, Skye, you look beat.”
