Free Careful What You Witch For by Amanda M. Lee Page B

fuzzy.”
    I cocked my head, sympathy rolling over me. “That’s because Aunt Tillie cursed the wine.”
    Sam stilled. “She did? Is that why everyone was acting so funny?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “That’s also the reason she was here. When she found out we were all staying here, she was going to steal the wine back.”
    “But … you were okay,” Sam said. “I don’t remember a lot, but you were totally in control.”
    “I didn’t drink the red wine.”
    “Ah.” Sam ran his hand through his hair. “Did I do anything really embarrassing?”
    I kissed his cheek. “You were fine. I think Thistle and Landon are going to be the only ones feeling the burn from last night this morning. Well, and maybe Uncle Jack. I was worried he and Landon were going to come to blows.”
    “I kind of remember that,” Sam said.
    “Well, the good news is, if you’re fuzzy – and you know what our lives are like – that should mean the guests will just figure they got really hammered and had a good time,” I said.
    Sam smiled. “You’re always such an optimist.” He leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss.
    “I should probably check on Thistle and Bay,” I said. “Oh, and Aunt Tillie.”
    “Aunt Tillie? She stayed here last night?”
    I smiled broadly and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. “Oh, yeah.”
    Sam was grinning within seconds as he studied the photographs. “Can I get one of these framed?”
    “Absolutely.”
     
    “HE WAS trying to cop a feel.”
    “He was not.”
    “He was, too.”
    “He was not.”
    “Are you calling me a liar?”
    I found Thistle and Aunt Tillie arguing in the hallway. “What’s going on?”
    Thistle’s hair was a blue mess. It was standing on end, and the previous day’s eye makeup was smeared halfway down her cheeks. “Aunt Tillie … slept with us last night.”
    “I know.”
    “How do you know?”
    “We found you up here sleeping together when we were done cleaning up,” I said. “I have pictures.”
    “I’m going to beat you,” Thistle warned.
    “I think you were both exhausted,” I said. “It’s not like it’s a big deal.”
    “Aunt Tillie claims Marcus was trying to feel her up while we were sleeping,” Thistle said.
    “He was,” Aunt Tillie said, her hands on her hips as she regarded Thistle with thinly-veiled ire. “I’m a hot piece of woman. You should take notes.”
    “He was on the other side of me,” Thistle argued.
    For his part, Marcus looked horrified. “I swear I wasn’t trying to feel you up. I was just snuggling with Thistle. I was half asleep. My hand slipped.”
    “And did you like what you felt?” Aunt Tillie asked.
    “Of course not,” Marcus said, oblivious. “I knew right away that it wasn’t Thistle. It was too … low.”
    Aunt Tillie narrowed her eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
    Marcus was lost. “I’m so confused.”
    “You’re fine,” Thistle said, patting his arm. “She’s just messing with you. Accidentally grabbing her boob was the most action she’s seen in decades.”
    “You’re back on my list, girl.”
    “When was I off your list?” Thistle challenged.
    “You said I was a genius last night,” Aunt Tillie said.
    “Oh, well, now I know you’re lying,” Thistle said, looking to me for support.
    I tried to wipe the rueful look off my face – and failed. “You did say it.”
    “Well, that’s just … .”
    “The wine was cursed,” I said, putting Thistle out of her misery.
    “What?” Thistle pondered my statement for a second and then swiveled her shoulders. “You.”
    The door to Bay and Landon’s room swung open.
    “Why is everyone yelling?”
    Bay didn’t look any better than Thistle.
    “Marcus grabbed my boob in bed this morning,” Aunt Tillie announced.
    “It was an accident!” Marcus’ face was so red I was worried he was going to pass out.
    Landon appeared in the doorway behind Bay. “My head feels like it’s going to explode.”
    “It’s because you had too