Page 72 of All My Witches
“Oh, we’re going to see if we can keep that shirt.” Landon grinned. “I’m a bigfan.”
“Maybe they’ll have it in the giftshop.”
“We can onlyhope.”
“I think my shirt is worse,” Clove complained, stepping to the center of our little circle so she could show off her impressive cleavage. “It’s so tight I can barely breathe. I don’t think it’s very flatteringeither.”
“I think it’s flattering.” It was. Clove was the most well-endowed of all of us, and her assets were clearly on display thanks to Aunt Tillie’s new wardrobe. “In fact, I think you looknice.”
Clove wasn’t convinced. “What do you think,Sam?”
“Hmm.” Sam jerked his eyes from Clove’s cleavage. “Did you say something,honey?”
Marcus snorted. “I think we know how Samfeels.”
“Do you think it’s indecent, Landon?” Clove asked, her eyes wide with worry. “I don’t want to make a name for myself. Aunt Tillie always told me that was a possibility if I wore the wrongclothes.”
I scowled. “She never should’ve told youthat.”
“Yeah, from the woman who wears leggings that show off … well, everything. I wouldn’t take her fashion advice to heart,” Thistle said. “But I want to know why you two got slutty shirts and I got one that coverseverything.”
“It’s because you don’t have anything to show off.” Landon clearly responded before he thought better of it. “I mean … um … Bay, I think this one is for you toanswer.”
I shot him a withering look. “Really? After you’ve screwed it up you want me to swoop in and smooth things over? Why isn’t thatsurprising?”
“Hey, I’m doing the best I can.” Landon wagged a finger in my face. “I’m still traumatized from the wedding that neverwas.”
I made a face, although it didn’t last because his expression was far too charming. “You’re incorrigiblesometimes.”
“That’s why you love me.” Landon looked back to Thistle. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure you have plenty to show off. I’m not looking, mind you, but I’m sure youdo.”
Thistle rolled her eyes and made a “well, duh” face. “Don’t push it. I can only take so much in oneday.”
“Join the club.” Landon grabbed my hand. “We have to follow the trail Aunt Tillie is bound to leave. She wants to lead us to a final destination. I think we can all agree on that. It was the same in the fairy tale world. I don’t think this will be anydifferent.”
“So we just wander into the woods?” Thistle gestured toward the fake woodland setting. “What if there’s another bear in there? What if there’s somethingworse?”
“We’ve already dealt with butt-pinching mobsters, lame vampires and a dude who fell into a crack in the floor at the hospital. How much worse can itget?”
“Ugh.” Thistle, Clove and I groaned inunison.
“What?” Landon held his hands out, clueless. “What did Isay?”
“You totally jinxed us, man,” Marcus complained. “Now something really terrible will happen. Just youwatch.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Landon waved off the comment and moved toward the clearly-marked path through the trees. There was even a sign that said “This way” with a pointing arrow to make sure we didn’t fall victim to idiocy. “I’m getting hungry. Do you think there’s bacon in thisworld?”
Of course he would ask that. “Do you really want to try eating it given the fact that Aunt Tillie’s aware of your fondness for pork? I can guarantee you’d be safer eating the asparagus in thisworld.”
“Are those my only twooptions?”
“I don’t see where you have any options. We’re in the woods. You’re not going to find foodhere.”
“Fine. But when we get out of here I’m going to eat enough bacon to make it through the rest ofwinter.”
“Dulynoted.”
“WHAT THE HECK ISthis?”
