Page 54 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Indeed.” His lips covered mine, and we pecked three times before our mouths opened for our tongues to touch.

Short, quick jabs, teasing each other before I opened more to let him in. Our tongues swirled with each other and he nipped my bottom lip before pulling away.

The chime went off and the front door slammed. The sound of heavy booted feet echoed through the quiet of the inn and soon Hugh, Ollin, and four other men entered the kitchen.

“We need to talk.” Hugh took a hard stance, showing off his strong law enforcement side in full uniform, and a gun on his hip.

Ollin and the others had shotguns and stood in an arc around Hugh.

“We do.” I smiled. “Gentlemen, please stow the weapons. I made breakfast and added the leaf to the table. There are plans to make.”

They all did as asked and set their weapons aside before grabbing a plate and loading up on food.

“Dom, get some food,” I pulled from his arms. “I’ll go get Jon.”

I ran up the stairs and met him in the hall. He lifted me and spun me around, giggling like a little girl.

“What has you so happy?” I giggled with him.

He set me on my feet, cupped my face, and kissed me tenderly. “I have my family back.”

“Jon, it’s only been forty-eight hours!”

He stopped and looked me in the eye. “Anna, I’ve known you both since the fifteen hundreds. He knows who he is now, and he’s embracing it.”

I smiled. “You’re right.” I took his hand and pulled him down the hall to the stairs. “Let’s go. We have plans to make!”

We came down the stairs bouncing and we both loaded up some food on a plate and took a seat at the table.

“Dom? Have you met everyone?” I asked, before taking a bite of bacon.

Hugh cleared his throat. “We all tucked into the food, Anna.”

I laughed and went around the table. “You remember Hugh Lincoln, the sheriff? And Ollin Graves, Owner of The Salty Chef.”

Dom nodded as he chewed what was in his mouth.

“Beside Ollin is Anton Silva. He’s the local mechanic. Next to him is the chief of staff at Eden Memorial Hospital, Doctor Gustavo Frangulin. Sitting beside you is Tristan White, our undertaker, and finally at the other end of the table is Elliot Tucker. He’s the mayor.”

I watched as he paused with the fork almost to his mouth and narrowed his eyes at Gustavo. “Frangulin?”

“Yes.”

“Frankenstein?”

“Not in the lifetime.” Gus smiles proudly. “It’s Frangulin now.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Jon laughed. “Not yet, you’re not!”

Laughter broke out, and everyone finished eating and making small talk. The inn felt alive again. It hasn’t felt this way since Gran passed. I didn’t want to let her go, but she insisted it was time to go back to the earth and take another spin.

She should come back soon. I missed that old woman!

Ollin wiped his mouth and set his napkin down. “Anna, when should we shoot for? We need to know when before we make our move.”

“I would suggest the next full moon.” I shrugged and looked at Dom, who tensed in his seat. “Hear me out. The full moon is the best time for blood rituals, and it is the most powerful.”

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