Page 39 of One Sweet Match Up

How many different ways was she going to need it beat into her head? The kiss meant nothing to him. Absolutely nothing.

Perturbed, she shifted her body away from Donovan, causing a miffed Magic to jump off her lap, tail high in the air. “I didn’t mean to break the blue spoon,” Zoe said and meant it.

“You didn’t, dear.” Sheila moved her gaze from Zoe to Donovan. “And you didn’t either.”

“We didn’t?” Donovan scrunched his eyebrows. “I’m not sure what Abby told you, but it’s broken.”

“Oh, I know. I saw it this morning.” She opened her mouth but hesitated. “What I’m getting at is I’m not quite sure you two were the ones who broke it.”

Zoe gulped, feeling an enormous lump blocking her air. Was Sheila a witch that could read minds? She placed her hand on her neck, messaging her throat. “Was it Mary?”

“You know about my mother’s best friend?” Sheila asked, her voice soft.

That she killed herself to reunite with the love of her life, crossed over recently, but somehow left her purse dangling off my business’s front door.“The gang has filled me in,” Zoe replied, unable to make eyes with Donovan. “It sounds like she’s been fairly active lately.”

That last part got a chuckle from Sheila. “I think you might be right. Mary likes to drop into this life from time to time and see what trouble she can cause. My mom’s best friend has a lot of unfinished business in this town. I’m sure the broken spoon is part of her master plan, and I suspect when she’s ready to fix the spoon, she will.”

The hairs on Zoe’s arms immediately stood at attention. “I’m not that unfinished business, am I, Mrs. Stevens?”

Sheila thought for a second, and then offered a quiet, “I don’t know.”

Not the answer Zoe was hoping for. “How could I be? I haven’t even been here a year?”

“I don’t think it matters,” Donovan said, causing Zoe to shoot the mother of all stares over at him. “C’mon, Zoe. Clearly she has an interest in you.”

“Has something else happened?” Sheila asked.

“Yeah.” Donovan locked eyes with Zoe, before proceeding.

“Go ahead,” Zoe said, shrugging her shoulders.I guess it’s why we’re here. To get advice from Sheila.

“Zoe received a purse last week that we think might have been Mary’s.”

“Oh, really.” Sheila’s foot came down on the carpet to stop her rocking, her hands gripping the handles. “Why do you think that?”

“Um . . .” Zoe started. That was weird. She would have thought that Sheila would have seen the purse—or at least heard about it—since Donovan took it to the Sugar Spoon.

Unless . . .

She turned to Donovan. “You didn’t take the purse to the Sugar Spoon, did you?”

He shook his head. “I got distracted.”

Distracted.Honestly. She’d asked him to do one little thing. Get rid of the purse. Did he even do that? “Where is it?”

“Relax. It’s in a safe place.” He placed his arm over the couch, touching her shoulder.

“Mrs. Stevens . . .” Zoe ignored the fact that it would be all to easy to maneuver into Donovan’s space and let his strong arm comfort her. “I saw the purse in a picture at the Majestic Theater. The one hanging on the wall of Mary holding a box outside the theater.”

“I love that picture,” Sheila said, adding, “but I don’t recall her holding a purse.”

“You can’t see it, but you can make out a looped chain strap over her shoulder.”

Sheila tapped a finger over her mouth. “And this purse you found has a looped chain strap I take it.”

“It does.”

“Interesting . . .” was all Sheila said, but it still caused a cold shiver up Zoe’s arms.

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