Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)

by Juliette Cross

If she was on board, then so was I. Rivals or not.

I could do it with little effort. But then there would be an inquiry. Of course, that would obviously ruin my chances of winning this contest. And it might be a little off-putting with the blood and all. Perhaps an overreaction.

disgust. She laughed again and stacked her papers. “If I got angry every time a man was condescending to me with sweetie, honey, baby, or any number of belittling names to knock a woman down a peg, I’d be nothing but a ball of rage. Now let’s get back to business.”

fact that she could brush his behavior off and return to our task so easily told me two things. First, men who treated women this way were pigs and should be taken to slaughter. And second, she was more bewitching than I ever realized.

both hands into his hair, he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to the table. Then he banged it lightly three times. “Wow.

“She makes it all better.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Then I proceeded to talk about my favorite subject all the way through dinner, wearing a stupid smile I couldn’t seem to, and didn’t care to, wipe off my face.