Page 144 of Black Willow Witch
Logan frowned at the smeared face paint. ‘Why a tiger?’
‘What is it with all the questions?’
‘Ionly asked one.’
‘One is one too many.’ Putting a hand to her stomach, she looked at Emberlyn. ‘I think I’ve eaten too much candy. I don’t feel so good. The tractor ride didn’t help.’
Logan cocked his head. ‘Isn’t that for kids?’
‘Againwith the questions,’ Paisley huffed.
Standing upright, Emberlyn waved her over. ‘Come sit.’
As Paisley went to skirt around the table, Logan reared back and threw up his hands. She frowned. ‘Why are you backing away?’
‘I’m not good with children,’ he replied.
Paisley gasped in offense. ‘You shithead.’
Emberlyn started to laugh.
Logan gave Paisley an appeasing look. ‘Oh, come on, you can’t walk around like that and expect not to be the butt of somebody’s joke.’ He glanced at the male approaching the table. ‘Crew, control your woman.’
Crew frowned. ‘My w—what the fuck?’
Paisley set a hand on her hip. ‘Why are you gawping at me?’
‘How can I not? It looks like a kids’ classroom puked on you,’ Crew marveled in sheer dismay.
Paisley notched up her chin. ‘I’m happy. Isn’t that what’s important?’
‘I – well – I mean – not right now.’
Paisley growled. ‘You’re all dicks. Emberlyn,stop laughing!’
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
‘That was quite a day,’ said Emberlyn.
Oh, she wasn’t wrong. Sinking into the sofa of the manor’s living room, Ripper patted the spot beside him and draped an arm over the back of the couch. ‘And a profitable one for you.’ There had been barely any stock left on her table when the fair came to an end.
She slumped onto the sofa. ‘It usually is,’ she said, listing into him with a yawn.
He nuzzled her hair, inhaling. She smelled good. Smelled of her, him, magick, strawberry shampoo and her signature floral perfume. ‘Tired?’
‘A little.’ She slung an arm around his waist. ‘Thank you for hanging with me at the stall today. I know it had to have been pretty boring.’
‘Being with you is never boring.’
A door slammed shut upstairs.
‘You know, I’m getting used to that.’ The banging, the whispering, the furniture moving, the eerie noises. ‘I didn’t even freak this morning when my empty mug slid across the table.’
‘It’s just life at the manor.’ She tipped her head back to meet his eyes. ‘Your house isn’t free of spirits, you know.’
Ripper felt his brows draw together. ‘What?’
‘I only saw two—’
