The Trouble With Witches (Wicked Witches of the Midwest, #9)

by Amanda M. Lee

“I don’t think I saw anything.” That was a lie, but I wasn’t ready to admit the truth. I had no idea why. It wasn’t as if I caused the ghosts to appear, but if I owned up to what happened earlier in the afternoon he would go into protection mode and order me to stay away from the tanker. I didn’t want to do that in case I needed to return to investigate. “For a second I thought it could’ve been a ghost or something, but it was just the way the lights were playing with my eyes.” “Are you sure?” Landon pushed my hair away from my face and gazed into my eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” I did know that. “I’m sure. There was nothing there when the generator kicked on. I freaked out over nothing. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“She’s acting a lot crazy,” Landon corrected. “I think that’s a girl thing. For some reason you all become deranged lunatics when you meet your boyfriend’s mother. It must be one of those things that happen when girls get their periods. I can think of no other explanation.”

“No.” Landon shook his head. “I’m so angry with you right now I know I’ll say something terrible that I’ll regret if we talk about this before I have a chance to process. I am not going to yell at you given what just happened.”

Landon patted my knee under the table. “You’re a woman, sweetie,” he said. “All women do that. They can’t help themselves.” I was pretty sure he meant it as an insult so I stole a slice of his bacon and made a face. “You’re on my list.”