She added a few drops of amber liquid, like olive oil, and rubbed the concoction over my still-flat belly. Her eyes closed, and a smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. We were sitting at her kitchen table, and I wondered momentarily if she was preparing to roast me in the oven like the witc...
He had promised to help out a friend with the jack-o’-lantern auction fundraiser, though that wasn’t until later in the night. He was going to serve as the auctioneer. I wondered if the friend was Courtney, the girl Lauren had mentioned, whom Ben still hadn’t told me about. We parked on Main and ...