Free Shake Your Green Thing: Supernatural Witch Cozy Mystery (Harper “Foxxy” Beck Series Book 2) by Raven Snow Page B

grandmother?"
    He shook his head mutely, eyes still haunted. "I've got the whole police department looking for her— the ones who aren't mercilessly interrogating everyone at the competition."
    Brushing my fingers over his palm, I said, "We'll find the antidote."
    "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be assuring you?"
    "I'm not worried," I told him. "I trust you."
    "But as soon as you're out of this bed, you're going to go sticking your finger into every pie in town." A small, unhappy smile played at the corner of his mouth.
    "You make it sound so dirty."
    The doctor that had seen me last time came back in, taking in my lighter green color with relief. "From what we can tell, it looks like your body fought off the poison again." His voice was stern when he continued. "I wouldn't rely on that, though. You need to take it easy while we find a cure— doctor's orders."
    If possible, his face sobered even more. “We found an elevated level of the toxin in your blood. More than last time. I’m estimating that you have less than forty-eight hours. I’m sorry, Harper.”
    If he said anything else, I didn't hear it, because a roaring started in my ears. I let my head fall back against the pillows, and my mind drifted for a while.
    I had to sign a ton of papers so they'd let me leave. They had just about every member of hospital personnel come visit me, trying desperately to get me to stay in the hospital bed. When I pointed out that I could die just as well at home as I could here, they mostly shut up.
    Wyatt was strangely talkative as he drove us home— to his home, anyway. His brain seemed to be shooting inconsequential words out of his mouth faster than he could keep up with them. It was more than I'd ever heard him speak in one sitting, and the sound of his voice, though tense, like a string pulled too tight, was comforting.
    Before he could make the turn to go to his house, I said, "No, take me—"
    "I am taking you home, Harper," he said irritably. "Our home. Where you'll lay in bed, while Cooper and I wait on you hand and foot."
    I smiled, though the movement hurt my too-tight skin. "Lovely, but I was just talking about a brief jaunt to my grandma's house."
    "Oh."
    Sitting back in my seat, I said, "I don't even have a drawer at your place."
    "I'll get you one," he said immediately. "You can have a whole  closet if you want it."
    "I'd settle for you two eating something besides cereal."
    Pulling into my grandma's driveway, he killed the engine. "Now you're just being unreasonable." When he opened my door for me and helped me out, he said, "I am happy to be included in your snooping, though. It beats getting a call that your girlfriend is in lock-up."
    The front door was unlocked, so I didn't have to use magic— I'd left my spare key at home— in front of Wyatt. "Hmm, that makes me sound very mysterious and brave."
    Pulling me back over the threshold, he pressed his lips to my jaw, peppering my face with kisses. Each one took my breath away, bit-by-bit, until I was pretty sure I'd need a return trip to the hospital if he kept it up.
    "You are very brave," he said. "And mysterious— but I find that trait far less endearing."
    Leaving Wyatt standing in the foyer, I passed by each room in the house, my heart sinking a little each time I didn't see a cranky old lady or a wickedly red robe. By the time I came back to Wyatt's waiting arms, my eyes were burning with traitorous tears, my breaths coming in little gasps.
    "I thought— hoped she'd be here," I told him. "Waiting at the counter with her tea and all the answers to our problems."
    He didn't tell me that was stupid. He didn't mention that he had an officer watching the house who would've told him if anyone came home. He just held me, rocking from side to side like the ocean, steadying me. I loved him a little bit more— if it was possible— for that.
    Shaking off my misery, I decided to do something positive with this opportunity. “Come on,” I said to Wyatt,