Page 21 of Bewitchingly Hers
There was a scowl on his face, those amber eyes locked on mine.
I turned back to Simon, who was prattling on about his day and what had happened to him. Poor guy had definitely been hit with a bad luck hex, and I suspected I knew exactly who had done it, though I couldn’t exactlyproveit was Cait.
Still, she was the master of hexes, better than anyone else in her coven—or in Pleasant Grove in general.
“That sounds awful,” I told him. “I hope you can get it figured out.” I really meant that—but I also wasn’t going to sell Cait out when I had no idea if she was the culprit.
“Thanks. You going to come out to the Enchanted Cauldron one of these nights?”
I hesitated. When was the last time I’d gone out? The last two weeks, I’d been so busy taking care of the wolf—of Barrett, I corrected myself—that all I’d done was work, eat, sleep, and check on him. There had been no time for a moment to myself.
“Maybe,” I offered. Ghoul’s Night was Friday, and it wouldn’t be hard to convince my friends to go out with me. But… what about Barrett? Would he want to go? I worried my lower lip into my mouth. “We’ll see.”
He smiled, like he knew that was the most he was going to get. “Hope to see you around.”
My phone lit up with a text on the counter next to me after he walked away, sitting at a table as he waited for his order.
???
Who is he?
I frowned, looking up, only to find Barrett typing on his phone.
Eryne
Barrett?
Yes.
When did you get my phone number?
When you were in the shower.
… You did what now?
Scowling at him from across the room, I changed his name in my contacts as I waited for another text to come in.
Barrett
Listen. Be mad at me later. Now, who is he?
Just an old friend. We went to high school together. Relax.
I don’t like the way he was talking to you.
I could practically hear the growl rumbling in his chest from here.
Good thing I didn’t ask.
Shoving my phone into my pocket, I ignored him as I continued working, taking orders, making drinks, and grabbing pastries from the case.
What did it matter what he thought? We weren’t together. He didn’t get to feel possessive over me. I’d only justmetthe guy! He could fuck off, as far as I was concerned. Maybe Ishouldtell him to sleep on the couch tonight.
My phone buzzed a few more times, but I ignored it until I slipped into the back room.
Barrett
I’m sorry.
