Dewitched (Witchless In Seattle Mysteries Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
You cannot do this. Have you ever been to a place like this, Dove?” I smiled. I didn’t care that Win was disagreeing with me. He was back in my ear, where he belonged. But that wasn’t going to stop me from doing what I had to do. And I had to do this so peace could be restored in our home. Okay, this isn’t just about peace. It’s also about the fact that I’m nosy as a dog on a coon hunt, but whatever. I had a niggle deep in my gut that said I was on to something, and now that Win was recuperating, I couldn’t let it go. “Nope. I sure haven’t, but I’m all about firsts. I’d never climbed out of a window to keep from being caught by a madman, run through a graveyard in my bare feet while a killer chased me with a gun, been tied to a chair with duct-tape with a gun to my head, or eaten squicky fish eggs and Steak Diane either. But they were all firsts. You have to experience firsts in order to discover whether you don’t want seconds. Especially the fish eggs. “I mock shuddered.
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