A Witch In Time: Magic and Mayhem Book Three Read Online Free

I jogged the perimeter of the room and refused to make eye contact with my porno-loving therapist.
     
    “Anyhoo, my beautiful and very dead Aunt Hildy came back as a ghost and was instrumental in helping save the day. She’s gone now, as you know. I wanted her to stay with me,” I said quietly and slowed my pace. “She’s gone on to the Next Adventure with her mate, Chuck the bear Shifter, who died in the magical battle with the honey badgers.”
     
    The battle that had been the fault of my mother…
     
    My mother was one of the main reasons I needed therapy. Her lack of any maternal instinct and her attempts at killing me kind of screwed with my chi, not to mention my self-worth. It also made me wary of relationships and believing people loved me. Blahblahblah.
     
    I liked to think of it as water under the bridge especially since I’d very recently turned my mother into a mortal. She was now incapable of hurting anyone ever again. Or so I’d thought… Therapy was a bitch and teaching me I hadn’t quite let go of the unwanted, unloved little girl I used to be—or still was.
     
    “This sucks,” I muttered as I checked the clock on the wall. Shit, fifteen more minutes to go. I was a witch of my word so I resumed my pacing and dove back in.
     
    “If this is too difficult we can talk about something else,” Roger offered kindly.
     
    “I’m not a weenie.”
     
    “Never said you were,” he replied, cowering a little.
     
    “I can do this,” I said as I curbed my need for movement and sat back down on the couch. “You really should get a more attractive couch.”
     
    “So noted,” he said with a chuckle.
     
    “I can help you shop for that,” I volunteered in a pathetic attempt to steer the subject toward buying stuff—something I enjoyed greatly.
     
    “I’d like that.”
     
    Fourteen and a quarter minutes to go. He didn’t fall for the diversion tactic. Crap.
     
    “Sooooo, my mission or parole requirement thanks to Baba Yodumbass was to become the new Shifter Whisperer—or Shifter Wanker as I prefer to go by. Coming from a rare line of healers, my job makes unfortunate sense. I've never stayed anywhere very long and have few friends to show for it. Sassy does not count. She’s insane and ruined my favorite jeans. Belonging somewhere is new to me and it makes me happy which is not good. So, I refuse to get used to it. I’m a survivor and have gone most of my life as a loner. Less messy that way.”
     
    “Messy is what showers and therapy are for,” Roger volunteered quietly.
     
    “That was kind of profound,” I said surprised.
     
    “Yes, well, I did go to medical school.” His lips were pursed and his eyes twinkled.
     
    “I should hope so,” I shot back with a laugh. “I kind of figured you might have done it on line in between watching your shows .”
     
    “My shows also inform my profession,” Roger explained.
     
    “You moonlight as a hooker?”
     
    “Um… no. I’m also a sexual therapist,” he reminded me. “Which brings me to Mac and you.”
     
    “Mac and I do just fine in the sack,” I told him, offended that he would think otherwise.
     
    “I’m sure you do, but do you think it’s wise to let that be the lynch pin of your relationship?”
     
    “Would you like me to lynch pin your head to your desk?” I inquired, willing myself not to zap his ass into tomorrow.
     
    “No, that sounds rather unpleasant,” he stated weakly as he wrung his hands. “I was simply suggesting that because you’re each other’s mates, you spend some quality time truly getting to know each other without the physical getting in the way.”
     
    “The physical is not in the way. And we’re not mates.”
     
    Roger just stared at me. I liked it better when he said stupid stuff and I could jump down his bunny throat. This silence stuff was unnerving.
     
    “Okay, then,” he said in a reasonable doctor tone. “How many relationships with men have you had where you could