Page 21 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
But what Violet suggested didn’t feel likehermeaning.
“Rose…” Vi’s sympathetic eyes narrowed as she reached for Rose’s hands. “I want you to be happy. Olive and I both do.”
“And once I find my thing, I will be. Trust me, I’m not squandering this second chance. And please know I’m not saying this to be mean, but this…?” She held up the flash cards. “This isn’t my life anymore. This is all yours, sis.”
“Bwitch.” Vi heaved a couch pillow at her with a laugh.
Rose caught it and dropped next to her. “You’re welcome.”
They all chuckled.
“Where were you when I sent off the SOS?” Vi asked. “I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?”
“I got myself in trouble.” Rose’s cell dinged and she read the message from her Ryde supervisor, James. “Strike that… I got myself fired.”
Her sisters shot her twin looks.
“I know! I know. But this time it couldn’t be helped… the I-Squad was involved.”
Vi held up her hand. “Say no more. I get it. But now you have more time to find your thing… and maybe have a little fun while you’re looking around for it.” The oldest triplet wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“What are you doing?” Olive asked, looking confused.
“I’m innuendo-ing.” Vi danced her eyebrows around again.
“Stop it. It’s freaking me out… andinnuendo-ingisn’t a word.”
“It is if I use it as one, Ms. Scholar Pants.” Vi’s grin broadened when Olly rolled her eyes. “And I was innuendo-ing because our dear sister is in serious need of fun while she waits for her life’s passion to come around. Maybephysicalpassion… with a tall, broad-shouldered man with bedroom eyes and a former bad-boy complex, but who loves animals?”
Rose shot her a glare.
“That seems oddly specific.” Olly’s brow crinkled, the younger sister in deep thought until she gasped, turning to Rose. “Are you dating again? That’s great! It’s about damn time!”
“I am not dating again, nor will I be anytime in the near future.” Rose shivered. “I dodged that bullet once. I’m not so eager to do it again.”
“Come on. When the broomstick comes back around, hop on it and ride.”
Rose and Violet glanced at their youngest sister before bursting into laughter.
“You know what I mean, right? Save a cowboy, ride a broomstick…”
Tears poured down Vi’s and Rose’s cheeks.
Olly looked confused. “For the love of Goddess, what did I say?”
Vi giggled. “I’m not sure if you meant that to sound so dirty, Olly, but that was impressive.”
“Dirty? I don’t know what you…” Realization dawned, and her cheeks reddened before she broke into her own giggles. “I hadn’t meant it like that, but now I do. You can’t let Pepé Le Pee-Yew ruin you on penises.”
“I like penises. I’m just not eager to get attached to their owners. Literally and metaphorically.” Rose shot Violet a stern look as she opened her mouth to argue. “And especially any owner with bedroom eyes, a bad-boy complex, and who loves animals.That’snot happening in a million years.”
“I think the witch doth protest too much.” Vi smirked.
“And I think the witch—you—has been sampling the potions in the back of Gran’s Magic cabinet. Besides, even if I were thinking about diving back into the dating trenches, Damian Adams would be the last person on earth for whom I’d make that jump.”
Olive blinked. “Linc’s friend? The vet? But he seems nice.”
Rose snorted. “If you have four legs and fur, but if you walk on two legs? Not so much. He’s arrogant, rude, and not to mention he has absolutely zero interpersonal skills. Oh, and did I mention he’s arrogant with the inability to admit that maybe…just maybe…he could benefit from someone else’s help?”
