Page 46 of Hot in Witch City
“Don’t you worry about that, Gianna. I like spending time with you.”
As did I, especially with him when we were alone.
“Nova and I were talking about what we could do when we all go out,” I said. “We’re thinking of going into Boston. Maybe trying one of those puzzle or game rooms. What do you think?”
“Sounds great,” he replied.
“Perfect. We just need to figure out a night we can all go.” Hopefully soon because I wanted to see Sebastian again—and I didn’t want to wait.
***
A couple of nights later, Sebastian drove us south toward Boston after sundown. Snowflakes fell but didn’t stick and melted as soon as they hit the ground. Whether that would continue throughout the night, we’d see. A few inches of snowfall was expected.
“We need to work as a team,” Diego said as we entered the questing area.
We did for the first few challenges, failing two out of three.
“I think I have the hang of it now,” Sebastian said as we headed into the fourth one.
It involved a musical pattern. Sebastian tried something that didn’t work.
“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not right.” Diego attempted to step in front of Sebastian to take over.
“Back off, I’ve got it,” Sebastian replied, not letting Diego in.
They pushed each other, each trying to access a knob. Diego used his shoulder to nudge Sebastian away. Sebastian shoved Diego.
“Get out of my way, you furry-assed canine,” Diego shouted.
“No, you move, you dead-hearted corpse.”
Nova muttered, “Wicked bats and flying monkeys.”
I covered my laugh and muttered. “What’s next? Are they going to sissy-slap each other?”
She giggled. “That would be entertaining.”
I crossed my arms, a smile lingering on my face. “Are they always like this?”
“Pretty much. They’re like brothers, rumbling to tear each other apart one minute and hanging out together the next.”
We leaned against the wall, amused, as two supernatural men attacked each other over a puzzle that middle schoolers had successfully solved minutes before. Although this wasn’t how I thought the evening would go, the amusing distraction was welcome.
Nova groaned. “We’ll need to step in if we’re going to solve anything today.”
“Good plan,” I replied.
She wolf-whistled. “Enough, boys. We’re running out of time.”
That snapped them both out of it. They stared at us, breathing heavy, with hangdog expressions.
Nova motioned to me and then her. “Gianna and I have got this. You figure something else out.”
“We do?” I arched my brows at her since I had no clue how to figure out the puzzle.
“No.” She laughed. “But we have more of a chance at figuring it out than the two of them beating the crap out of each other.”
“True.”
