Page 6 of Haunt Improvement
Then I remembered that it didn’t take a wicked witch to circumnavi-wink up a plate of snacks.So I did just that, since Dylan was taking entirely too long.
“Sorry,cariño.”He rolled his eyes and reached for a brownie bite on my plate, recoiling when the sky growled even louder.
“Full of bad ideas, aintcha, mate,” Daisy said, inching away from us as her eyes darted up at the thin clouds forming overhead.
“Force of habit,” Dylan offered apologetically.
I dipped a pretzel in cheese sauce and crammed it into my mouth, breathing deeply through my nose as I silently went through Roger’s meditation exercise.The sky quieted again, and Daisy and Dylan both sighed at the same time I did.
I crammed another piece of pretzel into my mouth and chewed furiously, daring my husband to say something.Hopefully DeeDee would be less problematic, but I wasn’t about to let either of them ruin my cheat day.
This was my party, and I’d gorge if I wanted.
Just try and stay out of my way.
A wicked cackled tickled the back of my brain, but it stayed there, because my mouth was too full.
Chapter 3
GLINDA WAS LATE FORbrunch.
I couldn’t decide if my queasiness was due to the sweets hangover from the party, or dread that something terrible had happened to my cousin.Or maybe my dress was too tight.
The soft linen didn’t have much give, but the empire waist resting right above the swell of my belly gave my wittle witch plenty of room to stretch out.Unfortunately, I hadn’t considered the extra cups I’d gained upstairs.The pregnancy hormones had done a number on my breasts, and breathing was a chore this morning.But the pattern of little vampire bats and pointy witch hats that dotted the dress was too cute to resist.
“I’ll give her five more minutes,” Zelda said, tapping her lacquered nails on her mimosa glass.We’d been waiting for over half an hour already, and Zee had rescheduled a spa day after I’d spent half the night following her around the party, begging for her assistance in between stuffing myself silly.
“She promised she’d be here.”I folded my hands together in a grateful, pleading gesture.“Thank you again for doing this for me, Zee.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.And I’m theShifterWanker, not the Witchy Wanker,” Zelda reminded me.“Even if she did get herself hexed, I might not be able to do anything about it.”
Zelda’s powers were potent, but they were tied to Assjacket and meant to protect and heal the Shifters of this strange little town.Still, I was hoping she could help if Glinda showed up with a wart or tail.Or worse,bunions.I shuddered.
Who knew what Emmy was capable of these days?
The wind picked up outside, and the door to the Country Club dining room flung open, slamming into the wall.Tablecloths fluttered, silverware rattled, and annoyed Shifters glanced up from the rude interruption as Glinda landed at the threshold.A pair of aviator sunglasses perched on her button nose.She was still wearing her leather riding suit, along with a dramatic cloak that swished behind her as she slid off her broom and sauntered across the room.
