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  Quit Your Witchin’

  Bless Your Witch

  Book Four

  AMY BOYLES

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  ONE

  Reid streaked toward me. “Ahh! It’s going to hurt me!”

  A crimson paper heart, cut from the best construction paper I could buy at Dollar General, soared toward my baby sister.

  She shielded her face. “Stop it!”

  “It’s not going to hurt you,” I said.

  Reid clutched the burgundy curls that cascaded over her shoulders. “Then why is it chasing me?”

  The heart flapped its body like wings, wobbling through the air. The thing wasn’t exactly aerodynamic, though it was, in fact, aiming right toward Reid.

  I cocked my head. She had a point. It might want to cut her.

  My name is Dylan Apel and I’m a witch. My whole family is. Well, all of them except Reid, who was currently under attack from a decoration for the annual Silver Springs Valentine’s Day dance. Yep, it was a community affair—come one, come all—from the geriatrics to the littlest ones. But this particular paper heart, limply beating its body around the room, was supposed to be hanging from the ceiling of the high school gymnasium, not magically bobbing around it.

  Therein lay the problem.

  My maternal grandmother, Hazel Horton, pushed up the sleeves of her sequined Valentine’s sweater. The front had a naked cupid shooting an arrow. The back had the phrase, Will you be mine? She hadn’t gotten a lot of offers on the latter yet.

  Grandma grabbed me by the shoulders. “Dylan, you must wrangle them. Get control of the hearts before they shred our skin.”

  I stopped. “Me? Why me?”

  My other sister, Seraphina—Sera for short—punched a heart to the floor and smashed it with her boot. “Because you’re the one who caused this. They’re supposed to be on the ceiling. Not attacking us.”

  That was indeed true. I might be a witch, but I’m not always great at magic. I’m getting better, but it takes a while to learn all the ins and outs of witchcraft. Apparently, right now was one of those out times.

  “Grandma, what do I do?” I said.

  She thrust a ball of twine in my hands. “Make a lasso. Corral them.”

  I stared from the twine to the flock of hearts flapping around the room. “Are you kidding?”

  She clapped my shoulder. “Of course not. This is a battle. You must be in control. Take a stand. Here.” She yanked the twine off the roll and secured it into a lasso. She snipped the end with a pair of scissors and shoved the string in my hands.

  “Be one with the lasso, Dylan. Wrangle the hearts.”

  Reid caught the homicidal heart that had been chasing her. She ripped it in half. “Yeah, Dylan. Wrangle those hearts just like you did Roman’s.”

  My little sister was talking about my boyfriend, Roman Bane, chief detective of Silver Springs, Alabama. “Yeah. Good thing he isn’t here. He’d have a fit.”

  A side door swung open. “I’ve got the chairs.”

  I gnawed my lower lip. Speak of the devil.

  Roman dropped the chairs and whipped off his black sunglasses. He stared at the mess of paper hearts flying about the room. Then Roman shot me a dark, scathing look.

  “It was an accident?” I squeaked.

  “Then why are you saying it like it’s a question?”

  “Because I don’t know why?”

  He sighed. Locked the door behind him and strode over. Roman was six foot two inches of chiseled muscle that made my knees jellify every time I plastered my gaze on him. He threaded his fingers through shoulder-length blond hair streaked white by the sun. His green eyes blazed as they searched the room. After several long moments his gaze settled on my family and me.

  He nodded toward the string in my hand. “What’s that?”

  “A lasso?”

  He tapped his fingers against slim hips. “You going to play cowboy?”

  “I was thinking more along the lines of Wonder Woman.”

  He sidled over and smiled. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and his gaze filled with a goopy look that some might call love.

  “I don’t know why I try to be mad at you,” he whispered.

  “Because you can’t stay that way,” I said hopefully.

  “Right.” He exhaled. Planted a kiss on my forehead. “I brought you something.”

  A giggle of excitement bubbled in my throat. “What’s that?”

  He handed me a to-go cup of specialty coffee. “A mocha.”

  I took a quick sip. Warm java and chocolate mingled together over my tongue before sliding down my throat. “Oh, that’s heaven.” I glanced up at him and grinned. “You’re the best.”

  His soft gaze settled on me. He thumbed my cheek and smiled.

  “Get a room, you two,” Reid said. “We’ve got hearts to kill.”

  Roman coughed into his hand and straightened. He glanced around. “No one’s seen this, have they?”

  I placed the cup on a table and licked foam from my lip. “Nope.”

  “Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want the witch council crawling around this place.”

  So there were rules when it came to witchcraft. One of the main ones being no working magic in front of nonmagics, or regular folks. You know, your run-of-the-mill person. Normally, the penalty for working magic in front of people was death. Not just death. Being boiled alive.

  Super ew. I know.

  But luckily my family—well, me and Sera—were exempt from that punishment. We’d helped the community out by catching a killer a few months back, so now we were golden.

  Sera pointed to the ceiling. “One of them’s heading toward that open window. Dylan, Councilwoman Gladiolas will have a fit if she has to come down here and wipe a whole bunch of people’s memories.”

  Okay, so I didn’t want to push my luck on being golden.

  Grandma threw her hands in the air. “If you two would just learn how to erase memories, then you wouldn’t have to rely on someone else. You could do it yourselves.”

  I frowned. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve been busy. I’ll learn it soon.” That was true. I had been busy. I had a dress shop to run, magic to learn and be terrible at—you know all the hectic things that were part of life.

  Roman grimaced. “I’m going to pretend like I’m not hearing any of this. Please don’t tell me if you start wiping regular people’s memories.”

  “That’s not illegal,” I said.

  “The erasing isn’t, but the part about working magic in front of them is.”

  I smiled. “O
h, well. I don’t plan on that. Besides, I’m exempt from any punishment.”

  “I wouldn’t push your privileges.” Roman brushed his mouth over my ear. “Good luck. You know I love you.”

  I gulped down the egg in the back of my throat. Yes, I knew he loved me. He’d been telling me for a while now. Problem was, I couldn’t quite tell him back. Don’t shoot me, okay. Roman was hot. Roman was awesome. I know. I know. I’m a total loser for not being able to tell him.

  It’s just…love was heavy and stuff. I wasn’t sure I was ready.

  “Right back at you,” I said. Total cop-out. I know.

  Roman’s jaw clenched as he smiled.

  A zinger of pain shot into my heart. I felt like it crushed him a little every time I didn’t say “I love you.” As bad as it made me feel to witness his hurt, I wasn’t going to voice something I wasn’t ready to embrace.

  “All right, Grandma,” I said. “Show me how to work this thing.”

  She gave me the quick and dirty, which I can sum up as, and I quote, “Be one with the lasso. Aim it at your target and throw.”

  Seriously. That’s all the instruction I got.

  So I aimed and threw. At every single heart. And there were like, one hundred of them. But I managed to get them all, including the one threatening to flap right out the window.

  “Whew.” I smeared a line of sweat off my forehead. “Glad that’s over. Someone remind me never to try getting decorations to hang themselves again.”

  Sera smoothed down her glossy chocolate-colored locks. “Don’t worry. After fighting paper hearts, I’m pretty sure we’re all in agreement on that.”

  “Yeah,” Reid whined. “You almost got me all wounded and stuff.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Did you get even one paper cut?”

  Reid inspected her arm. “I thought I had one.”

  “Well until you find that one, I’m going with no.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me.

  “I’d hate for your tongue to freeze that way. What would Rick think?”

  A sappy look smudged Reid’s face. “Isn’t he dreamy?”

  Rick Beck was Reid’s boyfriend and our next-door neighbor. Reid had drooled over him for a good year or so before they finally started dating.

  Sera sighed dramatically. “Yeah. He’s dreamier than dreamy. In fact, I think he’s the dreamiest.”

  Reid scoffed. “Whatever.”

  Roman tapped his foot. “All this teenage arguing is hard to rip away from, but I’m going to grab the chairs.”

  I squeezed his marble-hard bicep. “Thanks.”

  “You got it.”

  Reid pointed. “You missed a heart, Dylan.”

  I followed her finger until I saw it. One lone heart flapped desperately against the bleachers.

  My family stared at it. No one moved to grab it.

  “Don’t rush over, everyone,” I said. “I’ll go save the day.”

  “Thank goodness,” Sera said. “You’re our hero, Dylan.”

  I grumbled something not appropriate under my breath and made my way to the heart. It beat sadly against the aluminum seating. I figured I could catch it with my hands. There was no need for my magic lasso, though I might keep that thing nearby. See if I could spell it to make people tell the truth.

  You know, pretend I really was Wonder Woman. Because that’s what all sane twenty-eight-year-old women with their own dressmaking businesses did. They dressed up and pretended they were comic book characters.

  Almost sounded normal.

  I snatched the paper heart and folded it in half. It fought but settled down once I had it secured.

  As I turned back toward my family, I noticed something glinting in the bleachers. I peered through the slats and saw a watch. As I looked closer, I noticed the watch was attached to a hand, and the hand, an arm. My gaze slid on up. A man was stuffed between the slats. His head lopped over at a sick angle. You didn’t have to be a coroner to know there wasn’t any breath left in those lungs.

  I stumbled backward. “Roman, I think you need to get over here.”

  He chuckled. “The heart giving you a hard time?”

  “No. It’s worse,” I croaked.

  He crossed over. “What is it?”

  I glanced back at him. “A dead body.”

  TWO

  “Who do you think it was?” Sera asked a couple of hours later.

  We sat in my dress shop, Perfect Fit, drinking mugs of hot chocolate that Sera had brought over from her bakery next door. Sera’s shop may have been called Sinless Confections, but there was absolutely nothing sinless about her goods. One bite of her baked treats and you felt deliciously sinful—in a good way.

  I fingered a dollop of whip cream into my mouth. “No clue. I’d never seen him before.”

  Sera glanced out the window onto Main Street. Antique stores, a baby boutique and a barber shop stared back at us. Our quaint hamlet still managed to have a thriving downtown, which was super awesome, if you asked me. In fact, a shop was opening across the street.

  “Have you met that new owner yet?” she asked.

  I smacked my lips. “No. Dying to. I don’t even know what sort of store’s going in.”

  Sera nodded. “Well, it looks like she’s coming over.”

  I set my cup down as the bell above the door tinkled.

  A cold wind whipped through the store. I shivered as a five-foot-ten supermodel of a woman with legs up to her eyeballs sauntered in. Chestnut hair hung in loose movie-star curls around her face and over her shoulders. She wore black shiny boots, tight jeans, a slim wool coat and enough makeup for the entire town.

  My mouth dried at the very sight of her.

  She beamed a broad smile of perfect teeth. “Whew, is it totally cold out there or what?” She stomped imaginary snow off her boots. “It’s so cozy in here I might just melt away.”

  “Well come on in, get yourself warmed up,” I said cheerfully.

  “Thank you so much. Mmm hmm. My momma always said I don’t have enough skin on these bones to keep me warm.”

  She tugged the wool cap off her head and shook out her hair. “Anyway, I’m totally opening up the store right across the street. I’m so excited about it I could just squeal with pleasure. But anyway, I’ll spare y’all that.” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Dewy Dewberry.”

  Sera and I shook her hand and gave her our names.

  Dewy shrugged off the cold. As she spoke she gestured up, down, and sideways with her arms while her eyes opened wide. She looked like a deer in headlights. Like a constant deer in headlights. “Oh, I totally know all about y’all. Everyone knows the Apel sisters. Mmm hmmm.”

  I shot a concerned look at Sera. “Everyone knows about us?”

  A twinkle sparkled in Dewy’s eyes. She leaned in real close and whispered, “You know how it is with us witches. Can’t keep our mouths shut.” She straightened to full Amazonian height. “All I can say is y’all are absolutely legendary, the way you’ve put bad witches behind bars. I’m totally in awe.”

  I lifted my eyebrows sharply. “You’re a witch?”

  “Mmm hmm,” Dewy said.

  Here’s the thing about witches—whenever they appear in my life, bad things happen—like people try to kill me.

  She tugged off her coat and threw it onto a chair. Underneath, she wore a tight red sweater that showcased a boob job and tiny waist.

  It was a good boob job. I had to say.

  I squirmed, suddenly feeling incredibly inadequate. A freakin’ Barbie doll was standing in my shop and in comparison I felt like Raggedy Ann. Or maybe Holly Hobby wearing her quilted dress and calico bonnet.

  Dewy grinned. “Of course I’m a witch. We witches have to stick together. Mmm hmm.” Her gaze slewed to one side of the room. “So that’s why I’m here. So we can bond. Mmm hmm.”

  Who was she, like the guy from Sling Blade who said Mmm hmm at the end of every sentence?

  Try not to judge, Dylan. Be good.

  S
era gave Dewy a sweet smile. “Well, we’re glad to have you in Silver Springs. We always love it when a new shop opens downtown. We’d rather see ’em open than close. Isn’t that right, Dylan?”

  I was staring at Dewy’s boobs. They kinda mesmerized me.

  “Right, Dylan?” Sera poked me.

  I jumped. “Huh? Oh, yeah. We love new businesses.” I sighed. That was true. To be honest, if it came right down to it, I’d rather a witch open a store in Silver Springs than see an empty shop.

  What can I say? I cared about the economy of my little town.

  I forced a smile. “We’re glad to have you here.” Witch or no witch, I guessed. “Please, sit. Tell us about yourself.”

  Dewy flashed another smiled. She sat like a perfect lady, crossed one shiny boot atop the other and laced her hands over one knee.

  “I’ve totally come to bring my particular talents to Silver Springs.”

  Sera quirked an interested brow. “This town needs all the talent it can get.”

  I nodded. “Absolutely. We’ve had the same shops for a few years now. If your store brings more happiness to the residents here, that’s great.”

  Me personally, I design clothes that make people feel fabulous. As I’ve already explained, Sera’s baked goods do something similar. Eating one of her cookies is like getting a hug of warmth and goodness. Seriously. You feel like a better person after finishing it.

  “So what do you do?” Sera said. “What’s your witchy power?”

  Dewy nibbled her bottom lip for a second. “My talent’s just like yours, Dylan. I make clothes. And from what people say, my clothes make them feel wrapped up in satin.”

  My heart stopped beating. Was she supposed to be competition? That wasn’t good. I didn’t want another dressmaker in town.