A Murder Most Rosy: Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 3) by Raven Snow

civilian.”
                  I wasn’t afraid of him, so I didn’t curb my tongue. “Please. You’re not some hardened Brooklyn detective on prime time.”
                  “I warned you to stay away from Kara’s case. Now−“
                  Kosher broke off suddenly, looking slightly behind me. I didn’t have to look, though, to figure out what had spooked him, because a moment later, familiar warm hands cupped my shoulders. Their rough heat sent shivers through me, but this was neither the time nor the place.
                  “Everything alright here?” Wyatt asked.
                  Getting to his feet, Kosher returned his gaze to me even though he addressed Wyatt. “Everything will be fine if you just keep your woman out of police business— and out of my way.”
                  Wyatt’s hand pressed into my shoulders, keeping me sitting when I would’ve flown to my feet and shown Kosher the meaning of getting up in someone’s business. He left us quickly enough— not quite running away, but definitely not dawdling.
                  When he was gone, Wyatt released my shoulders and slid into the seat next to mine. I wasn’t without his touch for long, though, because he grabbed my hand in the next moment.
                  “Glad I saw your bug in the parking lot,” he said. “I’d have hated for you to break your pretty hand on Peter’s face.”
                  “No better way to break a hand, in my opinion.”
                  Wyatt sighed, stroking his thumb along my wrist in slow circles. “I’ve never seen him like that— not in the seventeen years I’ve worked with him.”
                  “Murdering someone’ll put most people on edge.”
                  Raising his eyebrow, he said, “Or maybe you just bring it out of people.”
                  It was a distinct possibility.
                  “He’s my top suspect.”
                  “Any evidence?”
                  I gave him a grin that was all teeth and no warmth. “Just as much as I had for the past two murderers I caught.”
                  Though I could’ve pointed out a dozen different flaws in what I just said, he didn’t take the bait. Instead, he stood up from the table, bringing me with him, and pressing a kiss to the spot he’d traced with his thumb.
                  Cooper came over to us at that moment, looking equal parts awed and embarrassed. When Wyatt looked at me, I just shook my head, fully planning to fill him in on it later.
                  I encouraged the confused boy to ride with his dad so I could call my grandma on the way over to the Victorian. She answered on the last ring, almost certainly because she liked making people sweat.”
                  “What is it?”
                  And people accuse me of having bad phone manners. “It’s your granddaughter, and I’m great. Thanks for not asking.”
                  “I knew it was you, and since you are calling, I assume you are not yet dead. That is already more information than I want.”
                  God, I loved our special, little family moments.
                  “Is the gris-gris bag still there?”
                  “Is there somewhere else where you expected it to be?” she asked dryly.
                  “The flowers reappear in their original spot no matter where you put them,” I admitted. “So I was curious.”
                  “No magic item would disappear in my presence.”
                  “Infinitely sorry I asked, but I’m going to ask for something else.” I hesitated, and then told her about the gris-gris bag I’d found under my pillow. “I think it was meant for me. Can you go check it