Roller Rink Witchcraft (Extended Edition): Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 1) by Raven Snow

again?” the officer asked, but he quickly fell silent at the look Wyatt sent his way.
                  The ambulance rolled up at that moment, and Detective Bennett helped the EMTs get me on a cot and into the rig. Grabbing him by the tie, I held him with me when he would have gone to investigate the crash.
                  My gurney shook from the uneven road as we sped away, and I grabbed the railing to hold myself steady. “It was my blood used to paint the threatening message on the Funky Wheel?”
                  Wyatt’s silence was answer enough.
                  I let my head fall back against the gurney, and let the hurt have me while they ran me into the emergency room. Right by my side through the CAT scans and examinations, Wyatt was obviously feeling guilty for keeping the blood a secret from me.
                  Good. He should.
                  “How would someone get my blood?” I asked finally as were left alone in a room to wait for a doctor.
                  “I was going to ask you that,” he said dryly. “But it doesn’t matter right now. You could have a serious brain injury.”
                  “Ah, the doctors have been saying that my whole life.” Since I didn’t particularly want to talk about the crash, my head, or the murderer with my blood, I changed the subject. “Wanna talk about your son’s social life now?”
                  “I really wish you two hadn’t met.”
                  I barked out a laugh. “Why didn’t you warn me about him?”
                  He sat back in the bedside chair and pinched his nose. “A lot has been going on for me— for both of us lately. It slipped my mind.”
                  “I’ll accept that,” I said. “So, Cooper says his mom’s not in the picture.”
                  His face closed over. “She left town when he was five. Never looked back. Pretty much everyone in my family thinks I should’ve gone after her. You going to give me a lecture on how hard it is to be a single parent, too?”
                  “I was raised by just my mother. Look how I turned out.”
    He drew a hand over his face, but he was smiling. “Maybe I should’ve gone after her.”
                  Springing up as the doctor entered the room, Wyatt asked, “Is the head wound serious?”
                  The man shook his in a distracted manner. “No, it’s just a minor concussion. We’ll have you come back if you experience any adverse symptoms, but you’re free to go, Miss Beck.”
                  “See, what did I tell you?” I rapped my fist against my skull. “No damage here.”
     

Chapter Eight
                  “This really isn’t necessary,” I protested as Wyatt helped me from the car and up the walkway to his house. It was a charming little Victorian— not the clinical apartment I’d pictured for him. There was even a playground in the back and a porch swing near the front door.
                  “The doctor said you need to be watched for the next couple hours, so you don’t seize or fall asleep.”
                  I stopped just before the threshold, holding up a cautionary finger. “You know, once you invite a vampire into your home, they can show up whenever they like.”
                  He pulled me through the door, herding me towards the kitchen. “You’re a witch, but I’ll keep that in mind.”
                  Sitting down at the small breakfast nook across from Cooper, I rested my head on the table and watched him eat a bowl of chocolate cereal for dinner. “Hey, weirdo. Ever heard of the five food groups?”
                  “Relax,” Wyatt called from the hallway. “I’m ordering Chinese.”
                  “You have a big, fat bruise on