Every Witch Way But Wicked (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Mystery) Read Online Free

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    “Dinner starts at 7 p.m.,” I told Marcus. “Don’t be late.”
    “I won’t,” he said. I could tell he was suddenly nervous as the reality of the evening ahead of him started to set in. “I can’t wait.”
    The door to the store had barely shut behind Marcus when he left and Thistle was on me. “You’re dead to me.”
    This wasn’t especially surprising. We all killed one another off at least once a week. “You’ll get over it.”
    “Or she’ll just get even,” Clove interjected.
    That was a sobering thought. I didn’t have time to dwell on it long, though, because the door was jingling again. Marcus couldn’t have changed his mind this quickly. Could he?
    Instead, we all saw Brian enter the store again. I was surprised he managed to find his missing testosterone so quickly.
    “Did you forget something?”
    “No, I just wanted to ask if you guys know of any place good to have dinner? I thought you could join me and we could talk about the newspaper. We never got to talk over lunch, after all.” The request was pointed, but I wasn’t feeling particularly persuaded by his sudden reappearance.
    “I have family dinner,” I said apologetically. “Attendance is mandatory.”
    “You could come to family dinner,” Thistle said suddenly. So much for being dead to her.
    “Where is family dinner?” Brian looked confused.
    “Up at The Overlook,” Clove said. She was smiling at Brian again. Great.
    “The inn? That’s where I’m staying until I find a place,” Brian looked pleased. “That sounds great.”
    Double crap. I kept my silence until he left the store again, promising he wouldn’t be late for dinner. Then I turned to Thistle grimly. “I hate you.”
    “You’ll get over it,” Thistle said brightly.
    “You’re night is still going to be worse than mine,” I reminded her.
    “How do you figure?”
    “I’m not planning on sleeping with Brian. The aunts will take one look at you and know it’s only a matter of time until you get naked with Marcus.”
    Thistle’s faux brightness faded quickly. “This sucks.”
    This definitely sucked.
Four
    I went back to the office after arguing with Thistle for a few more minutes. Neither of us was giving any ground, so it was a pointless fight. We both had to conserve our energy for tonight anyway. Aunt Tillie would smell blood in the water when both Brian and Marcus showed up – and that blood would equate to weakness – and that weakness would turn her into the shark from Jaws . We would be chum in the water if we weren’t careful, and there wouldn’t be a boat big enough in the world to save us if Aunt Tillie felt like she could move in for the kill.
    Brian didn’t return to the office – which I was thankful for – but I couldn’t get a lot of work done with William and Edith nattering on about everything under the sun. I figured Edith was just happy to have someone to talk to. If ghosts could flirt, I think that’s what she was attempting to do. It was a painful endeavor to watch, though.
    For his part, William was still getting used to his new situation. I still hadn’t figured out why he was a ghost at all. Most ghosts either die a violent death and stay until their murders are solved – or they have unfinished business. I didn’t want to press William on it yet – especially if he was hiding some sort of hidden trauma. I had my own problems to worry about right now.
    I packed up my laptop after two hours of staring at an empty screen and headed home. I dropped my belongings off at the guesthouse where Thistle, Clove and I lived and changed my clothes quickly.
    The guesthouse is a three-bedroom abode that is completely self-contained. It has its own kitchen, living room and a full basement. It only had one bathroom, though, which made mornings a pain when all three of us were trying to get ready at the same time.
    The guesthouse was located on the property of the family inn – which had undergone a massive renovation a few