Page 86 of Last Witch Attempt
“It was a well,” I replied. “I think she tapped into the water in the well.”
Stormy placed her fingers on the table. “I guess that’s something to consider. If we want to lay a trap for her, we should avoid water.”
“She’ll want to be near water,” I mused. “In fact, she’ll want a big body of water so she can drown us if need be.”
Landon straightened. “Well, I don’t like that.” He shot a narrow-eyed glare at Gunner when the shifter offered him a cookie. “No thank you.”
“They’re good,” Gunner replied, missing the darkness that had taken over Landon’s handsome features. “They’re so good I wish I could get naked and roll around in them.”
“Landon is watching what he eats,” I volunteered, hoping that would be enough for Gunner to ease up. The glare Landon shot me suggested it was the wrong thing to say. “What? You’re on a diet. It’s not a big deal,” I whined.
“You’re on a diet?” Gunner’s haughty tone was enough to have me realizing why Landon didn’t want the information slipping.
“I didn’t say I was on a diet,” Landon huffed. “I am cutting back on a few things.”
“Like cookies?” Gunner was blasé when he shoved another cookie in his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I said when Landon’s glare continued. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Obviously not.” Landon poured himself a glass of water, sent the cookies a longing look, then leaned back in his chair. “I’ve decided to be more health conscious.”
“He’s upset he has a four-and-a-half-pack instead of a six-pack,” Chief Terry said, enjoying Landon’s discomfort.
“I don’t like any of you,” Landon growled as Mom swept into the room with a platter of sandwiches.
“Lunch,” she trilled. “Marnie and Twila are bringing the soup.”
“Awesome.” Gunner winked at her. “Have I mentioned that you’re one of my favorite people in the world?”
Mom beamed at him. “I’m fond of you too.”
“Especially since he’s your best customer now that Landon is in retirement,” Chief Terry noted.
Landon’s scowl grew deeper. “Laugh it up, jerks,” he growled. “When my eight-pack is back and every woman in town is throwing herself at me, we’ll see who’s laughing then.”
It was my turn to give him a dirty look. “Is that the ultimate goal?”
He hesitated, then his jaw hardened. “Bay, this is as much your fault as it is your mother’s. You should’ve said something.”
“I did. I said I didn’t want you dying young.”
“Nobody cares about that.” Landon was affronted. “You should’ve said I didn’t look as good as I used to.”
“I happen to think you look good no matter what.”
I expected him to go mushy and apologize. Instead, he exhaled a dubious snort. “It’s as if you don’t know me at all.”
I rolled my eyes until they landed on Gunner. “Go ahead and eat twenty cookies. Make sure he sees each and every one of them.”
Gunner smirked before sitting in one of the chairs. “Thanks, but that was always the plan.”
“You won’t be laughing when you lose your abs,” Landon muttered.
“That will never happen.” Gunner was matter of fact. “It’s impossible because I am a prime piece of man. I work out four times a week.” He sent a lascivious wink to Scout. “Sometimes I work out twice a day. I also spend a lot of time hiking through the woods because I’m not lazy.”
“I’m not lazy,” Landon fired back. “These people continue to feed me food I can’t say no to.”
“Yes, it’s all our fault,” I agreed. “Can we talk about the naiad? Steve and Spencer aren’t here, so I would like to take advantage of that and make a plan.”
