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all about—giving people a home that they could love.
Dottie openly cried. “I never thought I’d love it so much.”
I hugged her, too. “You’ve made me proud.”
Dooley handed me a check, and it was exactly enough to cover expenses but nothing extra.
That was okay with me, like I said.
While they explored their new home, Liam walked me outside.
An old Range Rover arrived. I glanced at Liam. “Are you expecting anyone?”
He shook his head.
Through the windshield I saw Rufus. I hadn’t seen him since Sadie’s funeral, but Malene had made a point to tell everyone in town that he was the new spell hunter. He’d become sort of a local celebrity.
Yes, I still had that memory spell hidden, tucked away in my bathroom. No, I hadn’t given it to him. Was it wrong of me? Maybe so, but I wasn’t ready for him to know who he was, and to be honest, I didn’t think he was ready either.
Trust took time to be earned, y’all. And if you don’t believe me, go tell a complete stranger all your deep dark secrets and see how it feels.
Not gonna do it, are you? Can’t say I blame you.
Rufus parked and greeted Liam with a handshake, then turned to me.
“I’ll go check on Dooley,” Liam said.
Which left me alone with Rufus. “You got some wheels,” I said.
He hiked a shoulder to his ear. “I did. I’ll be needing them, and I also got my own place.”
“You’re not staying at the bed and breakfast anymore?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I nodded appreciatively. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. Today’s the day I’m supposed to pay Sykes, and I don’t have it.”
Rufus’s eyes widened. “Look, about that—”
A rumbling cut him off. Over his shoulder, I saw a limousine pull up. “What is this, Grand Central Station?”
Rufus reached for me. “Listen, Clementine, there’s something I have to tell you.”
I waved him off. “Let me deal with this first.”
The limo ground to a stop beside us, and the door opened. Sykes stuck out his head. “Well, hello, Clementine.” His gaze cut to Rufus. “John.”
Rufus nodded. I threw my shoulders back, my spine taut. “Sykes, listen, I know why you’re here, and I’m just going to tell you—I don’t have the money. I don’t have the twenty thousand. You’ll have to take the business, but I’m afraid you won’t get anything out of it.”
Sykes smiled, his lips winding all the way to his ears, I swear. “I won’t be taking your business.”
“What?”
He handed me the contract that Sadie had signed with him. “It’s yours. The company belongs to you.”
I was so confused. “But how? Why?”
Sykes nodded to Rufus. “We have a new spell hunter who’s going to help us out. He is working off your debt.”
“What?” I whirled on Rufus. “You’re what?”
“I was going to tell you,” he murmured.
“You can’t do that.” He couldn’t. Rufus couldn’t save my business. It wasn’t his job to do that. Maybe something inside him remembered what had happened and this was his way of making up for a past that he didn’t recall but perhaps felt deep in his heart.
From inside the cab, I heard Georgie say, “Break time.”
“Have a good day,” Sykes said. “We’re off the clock.”
The limo rolled away, and I glared fireballs at Rufus. “Why are you working for them? What if they want the bad spells?”
He shook his head. “First, I told them that I wouldn’t search for anything sinister. Secondly, you’ve done a lot for me. Thirdly—”
“Is that a word?” I joked.
He smiled. “It is now. I may need help finding some of the spells. You can see them, too. A part-time partner might not be a bad idea.”
A smile slowly coiled on my face. I had to admit, this would give me the opportunity to keep an eye on him, find out if Rufus would return to his old ways. When the time came, I would give him the spell.
I promise.
Rufus pointed to the barn. “Is it done?”
“It is. Want to see it?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He stared at me, those long lashes of his irksome, but the puppy-dog gaze under them made my heart soften.
Maybe Rufus and I could become friends. Perhaps this was the start of a new beginning for both of us.
“Come on.” I tugged him toward the barn. “Let me show you around.”
By the time I reached home, I was beat. I threw open the door, kicked off my shoes and called to Lady.
“I’m home!”
Not hearing anything, I entered the kitchen.
It took a moment to register the broken glass on the floor. I padded over and realized that the mason jar holding the talking spell had shattered.
My gaze darted around the room, searching for the spell, but it wasn’t in sight.
Just then, the sound of Lady’s collar jingling came from behind me. I turned around and Lady yawned. She must’ve just woken from a nap.
Knowing she wouldn’t answer, I jokingly said, “Do you know what happened in here? And have you seen a glowing orb?”
Lady shot me a guilty look before opening her mouth. “It’s my fault, Clementine. I banged up against the table, and the jar fell. Then I ate that ball stuck inside it. It was tasty.”
My jaw hit the floor. Holy crap, y’all. Lady could talk. I had the feeling that a whole bunch of stuff was about to change in Peachwood.
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Also by Amy Boyles
SERIES READING ORDER
* * *
A MAGICAL RENOVATION MYSERY
WITCHER UPPER
RENOVATION SPELL
* * *
LOST SOUTHERN MAGIC
(Sweet Tea Witches, Southern Belles and Spells, Southern Ghost Wrangles and Bless Your Witch Crossover)
THE GOLD TOUCH THAT WENT CATTYWAMPUS
THE YELLOW-BELLIED SCAREDY CAT
A MESS OF SIRENS
KNEE-HIGH TO A THIEF
* * *
BELLES AND SPELLS MATCHMAKER MYSTERY
DEADLY SPELLS AND A SOUTHERN BELLE
CURSED BRIDES AND ALIBIS
MAGICAL DAMES AND DATING GAMES
SOME PIG AND A MUMMY DIG
* * *
SWEET TEA WITCH MYSTERIES
SOUTHERN MAGIC
SOUTHERN SPELLS
SOUTHERN MYTHS
SOUTHERN SORCERY
SOUTHERN CURSES
SOUTHERN KARMA
SOUTHERN MAGIC THANKSGIVING
SOUTHERN MAGIC CHRISTMAS
SOUTHERN POTIONS
SOUTHERN FORTUNES
SOUTHERN HAUNTINGS
SOUTHERN WANDS
SOUTHERN CONJURING
SOUTHERN WISHES
SOUTHERN DREAMS
SOUTHERN MAGIC WEDDING
* * *
SOUTHERN GHOST WRANGLER MYSTERIES
SOUL FOOD SPIRITS
HONEYSUCKLE HAUNTING
THE GHOST WHO ATE GRITS (Crossover with Pepper and Axel from Sweet Tea Witches)
BACKWOODS BANSHEE
* * *
BLESS YOUR WITCH SERIES
SCARED WITCHLESS
KISS MY WITCH
QUEEN WITCH
QUIT YOUR WITCHIN'
FOR WITCH'S SAKE
DON'T GIVE A WITCH
WITCH MY GRITS
FRIED GREEN WITCH
SOUTHERN WITCHING
Y’ALL WITCHES
HOLD YOUR WITCHES
* * *
SOUTHERN SINGLE MOM PARANORMAL MYSTERIES
The Witch’s Handbook to Hunting Vampires
The Witch’s Handbook to Catching Werewolves
The Witch’s Handbook to Trapping Demons
About the Author
Hey, I’m Amy,
I write books for folks who crave laugh-out-loud paranormal mysteries. I help bring humor into readers’ lives. I’ve got a Pharm D in pharmacy, a BA in Creative Writing and a Masters in Life.
And when I’m not writing or chasing around two small children (one of which is four going on thirteen), I can be found antique shopping for a great deal, getting my roots touched up (because that’s an every four week job) and figuring out when I can get back to Disney World.
If you’re dying to know more about my wacky life, here are three things you don’t know about me.
—In college I spent a semester at Marvel Comics working in the X-Men office.
—I worked at Carnegie Hall.
—I grew up in a barbecue restaurant—literally. My parents owned one.
If you want to reach out to me—and I love to hear from readers—you can email me at [email protected].
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