The Werewolf Dates The Deputy - Kristen Painter Page 0,50
leave him had only made him fall harder for her.
And he’d decided, in light of what Alice had told them, that from now on, he was just going to lean into those feelings.
Jenna nodded. “So is the spell. But yeah, what are the odds that would happen? I’m not about to have blood on my hands for this. These spells are just annoying and inconvenient. Not fatal. Thankfully.”
“I’m with you on that.”
She put her phone away. “Are we still headed for Bell, Book & Candle?”
“Yes. Then Salvatore’s to pick up pizzas for lunch. Which reminds me, would you mind calling that in?”
She got her phone out again. “Sure. What’s the order?”
“Two meat lovers, two pepperoni, one extra cheese. All larges.” He grinned at her. “Feel free to get something for yourself.”
She laughed. “Seriously? Never mind, I saw them plow through breakfast. Hey, can we get one of their white pizzas? Those are really good.”
“I’ve never tried it, but if you like it, then I’m in.”
“Yeah?” Her smile grew. She made the call to Salvatore’s and ordered all the pies. When she hung up, she gave him a curious look. “So was agreeing to try the white pizza you giving in to the spell? Or are you the kind of person who likes to try new things?”
He couldn’t resist throwing the question back at her. “Is this you asking, or is the spell making you ask?”
She let out a little snort-laugh that made him laugh too. “It’s me asking. So? Answer the question.”
“I like to try new things.” He turned onto Main Street.
“Is that why you eat dinner at Howler’s every night?”
“Point taken. Since we’re going there tonight so you can meet your friend, how about tomorrow night we go to Big Daddy Bones? You told me I should go there anyway.”
“Okay. If we’re not knee-deep in investigating this spell.”
“We still need to eat.” He parked in the closest spot to the bookstore. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Agnes.”
He got out, got the crystal ball stand out of the back seat, then joined Jenna on the sidewalk. He held the shop door for her as they went in.
It took Agnes all of three seconds to greet him. “Titus! How are you?”
“I’m good. How are you?”
She approached him, arms wide, and embraced him in a hug. “I’m better now. Is that my stand?”
“It is.” He handed it over.
She took it, but her eyes, bright blue even behind her round, black frames, flicked over to Jenna. “Who is this gorgeous creature you’ve brought with you?”
“This is my friend Deputy Jenna Blythe.”
“Blythe?” Agnes tapped a finger on her hot pink lips. “Are you related to Tessa Blythe? You must be. You look like sisters.”
“We are,” Jenna said. “She must shop here a lot.”
“Oh, yes, I love Tessa. She’s in here all the time.”
Jenna smiled. “She does love bookstores. And books. And reading.”
Agnes took a step back, then pointed at Jenna’s T-shirt. “And I love your taste in television. Come with me. I have something to show you.”
Jenna glanced at Titus, but he just shrugged. Agnes was a force to be reckoned with. If she said come, you went.
They both did, following her into a different part of the store.
Where she promptly pointed out a display of Real American Firefighters merchandise. “Have you seen this stuff?”
Jenna’s lips pursed. “I, uh, I’m not really that much of a fan. I just—”
Titus leaned in. “Quit lying, Blythe. You know you want one of everything.”
“I do not.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
Titus snickered. “She’ll take the coffee mug. And a sticker. Do you want the body pillow too?”
Agnes laughed. “Why would she need the body pillow when she’s got you?”
In two seconds flat, Jenna flushed.
Titus realized that wasn’t ground either of them was ready to cover. He stepped in front of her and changed the subject, giving her a moment to regain her composure. “Make sure you don’t get that stand wet, Agnes. But if you do, dry it off immediately. And keep it out of direct sunlight.”
She seemed to understand the Real American Firefighters topic was over. “It won’t get wet or be in sunlight. Let me go grab my checkbook, and I’ll give you what I owe you.”
“I’ll be right here.”
Agnes left, and he checked on Jenna. “She definitely says what she thinks, doesn’t she?”
Jenna nodded. “Yeah. You think everyone’s thinking that?”
“No. But what if they are? Is there something wrong with being involved with me? I thought we were past all that.”