Page 50 of Air Of Mystery
He picked up his fork and speared a carrot. “Think she knew we’d end up together?”
“It’s more than likely,” I said, reaching for my wine glass. “She did the same with Kenna and Tyler.”
I trailed off as a vague memory of my grandmother saying something prophetic to me about Charlie floated through my mind. It had been months ago, but damned if I could recall the exact details. Shaken, I took a big gulp of wine.
“That’s a little spooky,” Charlie said, but he was smiling.
“Well, you are dating a Witch,” I pointed out as he began to sample the roast chicken. “Spooky is a part of the package.”
“So I’m learning.” He chuckled. “This chicken tastes great.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Glad you like it.”
“Tastes so much better than anything I make.” He pointed to the food. “What sort of herbs did you use? I can see them sprinkled on the potatoes and carrots.”
“Thyme, rosemary, and sage. They were fresh. I picked them from our gardens.”
He took another bite of chicken. “Seriously, Skye, it’sreallygood.”
I inclined my head, acknowledging the compliment. “I may not have Kenna’s sorcery with baked goods, but I think I can hold my own in the kitchen.” I hesitated. “I will admit that I popped into her bakery and picked up two of her Black Forest cupcakes for dessert though.”
“Maybe we can save them for later tonight,” he suggested. “Because I plan on having a second helping of this chicken.”
That made me smile. “There’s plenty. I made extra for the week, so when I didn’t feel like cooking, I’d have something to heat up.”
Charlie nodded and we finished our meal.
Somehow, we’d fallen back into the way it was when we first began seeing each other—easy conversations and being comfortable with each other. When we finished our meal, we lingered over it, and Charlie told me about one of the weddings that had been at the mansion over the weekend.
“Had a bit of excitement on Saturday night.”
I stood and began to clear. “More exciting than a woman going into labor?”
“Disappearing flower girl,” he explained, rising to help. “We tore the place apart looking for the five-year-old.”
“Wow. I bet her parents were frantic.”
“Her mother was,” he said. “The father was halfway to drunk and didn’t seem to notice.”
I shook my head as I started to fill the sink with soapy water and dishes.
“Anyway,” Charlie continued, “I had some of the hotel staff checking the gardens and grounds; housekeeping was checking the hotel suites and the pool area. Gabriella and Philippe were helping in the search too, double checking the private part of the building.”
“Please tell me this story has a happy ending,” I said, handing him a dish towel.
“It does, but it was sort of creepy too,” he said, standing beside me at the sink.
“Ilovecreepy,” I said.
“Yeah, I know, but when I tell you about this don’t go all paranormal investigator on me, will you? I’d like to enjoy the rest of our evening.”
I smirked at that and passed him a plate to dry. “I think I can manage to restrain myself.”
“So anyway, I was in my office checking the security cameras to see if the flower girl showed up on the footage. I was on the verge of calling the police, and then all of the sudden Danielle appears in my office—from out of nowhere—and she’s with the missing flower girl.”
“Wow.”
“They’re casually standing there, hand in hand,” he said, “and Danielle says to me, ‘Hey Charlie, are you looking for someone?’”
