A Murder Most Rosy: Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 3) by Raven Snow Page B
Authors: Raven Snow
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afraid..." He trailed off, looking between Cooper and I like he couldn't get enough of our faces.
I squeezed his arm. "We didn't leave; no one came over. It's been a very uneventful day on our side."
He sighed. "I'm glad."
"Who took Ms. Nittleman's body?" Cooper asked.
"We're not sure, but we're looking. They won't get away with it."
I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the ceiling, thinking about the case. "Believe she was murdered now, Wyatt?" I taunted absently.
"It's a possibility," he said dryly. "And if she was, I want you to stay away from the case. You just recovered from being poisoned. Sit this one out."
Cooper and I exchanged guilty looks. If Wyatt knew just how far I’d dived down the rabbit hole, he likely wouldn’t talk to me for a month. On the bright side, maybe he’d change his mind about moving in together.
That night, I decided to ignore all opposition about me heading in to work. Really, I'd been away from the Funky Wheel too long, even if we'd never kept regular hours in the long and scandalous history of the establishment. Being away felt like an ever-widening hole in my side. Pretty soon, I'd be ripped wide open.
"A woman is dead and her body is missing, Harper," Wyatt said, as I struggled into my disco shorts. "Stay. We'll play Monopoly. I'll let you win."
As if he'd have a chance at all beating me.
"I've got to go, and you've got to stay. Cooper has homework, it's a school night, and the Wheel is not a place for kids after hours."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Funny, I seem to remember you taking him skating plenty of times after dark."
"I'm not a very good parental figure— you should learn from my mistakes."
His lips twitched, and I knew I had him. Though I was only half-dressed, he strode across the bedroom and took me into his arms. I breathed in his fresh, slightly minty scent with a sigh. One million excuses not to head in to work and to stay in his embrace raced through my mind, but none of them stuck.
Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he said, "You're a great parental figure. Hurry back."
A few minutes later, after enduring a disapproving look from Cooper, I was on the road. A tour bus passed me as I was about to enter the parking lot, and it let loose a harrowing witch's cackle. I flinched, and then cursed myself, fully aware that it was just Waresville's version of a clever horn sound.
Still, as I walked up to the front door and removed the closed sign, I couldn't help but jump at every shadow and read into every whistle the wind made.
I shut myself inside, and after waving to Jeb, went to turn on all the lights and the sound system. Instead of taking his usual post by the door to be suspicious of customers, Jeb followed me in my opening duties.
"I heard about that teacher, Miss Foxxy. Is your boy okay?"
"Cooper's made of sterner stuff than either of us," I told him, plugging in the stereo in the DJ’s corner. "Mostly, I don't think it's really hit him yet."
"I could run the Wheel if you wanna stay home."
Even though I classified as an Amazon, I had to straighten up to my full height to put my hand on Jeb's shoulder. "Thanks, but my place is here— at least for the next couple of hours."
Right as Stoner Stan was stumbling to his post behind the concession stand, eyes red from substances unknown, the early crowd shuffled in. They were mostly older, wearing their disco garb, ordering cocktails, and throwing around their ancient words from the best era this world had ever seen.
I smiled and greeted each one of the regulars, skating around a bit and showing off my moves. My heart wasn't in it, though, and I wondered if I should've just headed home. True, the Wheel was good for whatever heartaches were ailing me, but right then, I longed to be with Wyatt and Cooper. I wouldn't feel completely safe and in control until I was.
I popped into the office to check on Amber and the ticket sales. The shy teenager smiled at me while giving back change for a twenty to a top-heavy man
I squeezed his arm. "We didn't leave; no one came over. It's been a very uneventful day on our side."
He sighed. "I'm glad."
"Who took Ms. Nittleman's body?" Cooper asked.
"We're not sure, but we're looking. They won't get away with it."
I leaned back in my chair and gazed at the ceiling, thinking about the case. "Believe she was murdered now, Wyatt?" I taunted absently.
"It's a possibility," he said dryly. "And if she was, I want you to stay away from the case. You just recovered from being poisoned. Sit this one out."
Cooper and I exchanged guilty looks. If Wyatt knew just how far I’d dived down the rabbit hole, he likely wouldn’t talk to me for a month. On the bright side, maybe he’d change his mind about moving in together.
That night, I decided to ignore all opposition about me heading in to work. Really, I'd been away from the Funky Wheel too long, even if we'd never kept regular hours in the long and scandalous history of the establishment. Being away felt like an ever-widening hole in my side. Pretty soon, I'd be ripped wide open.
"A woman is dead and her body is missing, Harper," Wyatt said, as I struggled into my disco shorts. "Stay. We'll play Monopoly. I'll let you win."
As if he'd have a chance at all beating me.
"I've got to go, and you've got to stay. Cooper has homework, it's a school night, and the Wheel is not a place for kids after hours."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Funny, I seem to remember you taking him skating plenty of times after dark."
"I'm not a very good parental figure— you should learn from my mistakes."
His lips twitched, and I knew I had him. Though I was only half-dressed, he strode across the bedroom and took me into his arms. I breathed in his fresh, slightly minty scent with a sigh. One million excuses not to head in to work and to stay in his embrace raced through my mind, but none of them stuck.
Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he said, "You're a great parental figure. Hurry back."
A few minutes later, after enduring a disapproving look from Cooper, I was on the road. A tour bus passed me as I was about to enter the parking lot, and it let loose a harrowing witch's cackle. I flinched, and then cursed myself, fully aware that it was just Waresville's version of a clever horn sound.
Still, as I walked up to the front door and removed the closed sign, I couldn't help but jump at every shadow and read into every whistle the wind made.
I shut myself inside, and after waving to Jeb, went to turn on all the lights and the sound system. Instead of taking his usual post by the door to be suspicious of customers, Jeb followed me in my opening duties.
"I heard about that teacher, Miss Foxxy. Is your boy okay?"
"Cooper's made of sterner stuff than either of us," I told him, plugging in the stereo in the DJ’s corner. "Mostly, I don't think it's really hit him yet."
"I could run the Wheel if you wanna stay home."
Even though I classified as an Amazon, I had to straighten up to my full height to put my hand on Jeb's shoulder. "Thanks, but my place is here— at least for the next couple of hours."
Right as Stoner Stan was stumbling to his post behind the concession stand, eyes red from substances unknown, the early crowd shuffled in. They were mostly older, wearing their disco garb, ordering cocktails, and throwing around their ancient words from the best era this world had ever seen.
I smiled and greeted each one of the regulars, skating around a bit and showing off my moves. My heart wasn't in it, though, and I wondered if I should've just headed home. True, the Wheel was good for whatever heartaches were ailing me, but right then, I longed to be with Wyatt and Cooper. I wouldn't feel completely safe and in control until I was.
I popped into the office to check on Amber and the ticket sales. The shy teenager smiled at me while giving back change for a twenty to a top-heavy man
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