Page 59 of Operation K-9 Brothers
Jack stared at the bag, suspicion in his eyes.“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“Hush.”Lizzy tapped him on the arm.“You’ll scare the poor girl.”
He glanced at her.“Be afraid, Nichole.Be very afraid.”
How horrible could a present from a grandmother be?Of course, this was the woman who’d knitted him a cock sock and had signed him up on a dating site, so maybe she should be afraid.She warily peeked inside, and not seeing anything resembling a family jewels warmer or worse, she reached in and took out a rose-colored organza bag.In it were two small brown bottles.
“One is clary sage oil,” Lizzy said.“It’s good for enhancing the female libido.”
Nichole blinked.Next to her, Jack made a snorting-choking sound.
“The other is rose oil, which increases a woman’s sex drive.”
“Seems redundant,” Jack quipped.
His grandmother poked him in the ribs.“You can never have too much of a good thing.”
“Ah...”Nichole was at a loss for words.Jack was right; little old ladies were not to be trusted.
“Tried to warn you,” Jack muttered.“Grammie, I don’t think—”
“There’s more.”Lizzy took the bag from her.She pulled out a small three-legged silver pot.“This, my dear, is a fertility ritual candle.It...Well, here, read it for yourself.”She handed Nichole a cream-colored card.
Jack was entirely too amused, as was Lizzy’s boyfriend.The two men appeared to be barely holding in their laughter.As she silently read the card, she bit down on her cheek to keep from laughing.The last thing she wanted to do was hurt his grandmother’s feelings.
All items used in the creation of this candle were cleansed with white sage.All of the crystals were also cleansed in moon water and the candle was born during the full moon.This candle is perfect for performing your fertility spell casting.
“Well?”Jack said.She handed him the card, and after reading it, he snorted.“Really, Grammie.Moon water?”
“There’s one more thing,” Lizzy said, ignoring him.She removed another organza bag, a lavender one this time.She handed Nichole a bag of polished rocks.“These are moonstones.They aid pregnancy and childbirth.”
“Well...um, thanks.”
“Have you given any thought to names for my great-grandbabies?If not, I have some ideas.”
“Ah...”
“McHottie!You’re here.”
At Jack’s groan, Nichole glanced at the woman barreling toward him.She was rail-thin, had bright orangy-red hair, cherry-red lips, and blue eyeshadow.She wore leopard-print leggings, glittery silver sandals, and a black silk blouse with the top buttons undone.Large silver hoops dangled from her ears, and each of her fingers sported a ring.Her lined face attested to her eighty-something years.
This had to be Dirty Mary.Nichole grinned.The artist in her loved every inch of the colorful, free-spirited woman.Nichole stepped next to Jack.
“McHottie, hmm?”she murmured.
“Don’t you dare start calling me that.”
“Hot damn,” the woman Nichole assumed was Dirty Mary said, planting herself in front of Jack.“My fantasy in the flesh.”She reached for Jack’s arm and squeezed his biceps, then shot Nichole a mischievous grin.“Is he thishard”—she fluttered her eyelashes—“all over, sugar?”
“What do you think?”Jack made a choking noise, and Nichole couldn’t help it, she laughed.
“Mary, stop pawing my grandson.”Lizzy pulled Mary’s groping hand away.“Did you bring it?”
“Got it right here, all warmed up for him.”She stuck her hand inside her shirt, then pulled out a small dark blue bottle.
Jack’s eyes widened and he stepped back when she tried to hand it to him.“What is that?”
“Goldenrod oil.Guaranteed to boost the male libido.”Mary held the bottle up to the light.“How does it work?”Her gaze fell to the zipper of his jeans.“Do you rub it on your—”
