Free A Season of Miracles by Heather Graham Page A

demanded, incredulously.
    â€œShe started screaming that Jillian was a witch.”
    â€œWell, I’m sure we’ve all called her a name or two along the way,” Griff drawled.
    â€œIt was spooky,” Connie informed them firmly.
    â€œYeah, it was kind of uncanny,” Joe agreed, setting his hands on his wife’s shoulders. “Then Marston appeared—”
    â€œRobert Marston showed up at the bar?” Daniel asked sharply.
    â€œAnd Jillian passed out?” Griff said, brow furrowed as he tried to understand the chronology of events. “Because of Marston? ”
    â€œNo…no…” Connie murmured uncertainly.
    â€œIt was the bar, I guess,” Joe said.
    â€œThe bar or the beer?” Daniel asked.
    â€œShe wasn’t drunk,” Connie told him.
    â€œThe fortune-teller made her think she was a witch?” Griff asked, as confused as his brother.
    â€œNo…but I…” Connie began.
    â€œI don’t think we should let her find Jeeves like this,” Joe said flatly. “She loved that cat.”
    â€œShe loves anything with fur,” Daniel commented.
    â€œIs that true of her men, too?” Griff asked Connie, teasing.
    â€œGriff…” Daniel began warningly.
    â€œHey, she’s coming!” Joe alerted them, stepping in and closing the door. “She’s on her way down the hall.”
    Griff quickly slid the dead cat behind his back. Connie rushed over to him, standing behind him so the dead cat was fully hidden.
    â€œThe tray of cookies is still there,” Daniel muttered.
    â€œI’ll just grab it,” Joe volunteered.
    When Jillian stepped into her office, it was more than weird. Connie and Griff were standing to one side, were very close to one another, looking like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. A very guilty Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.
    Daniel was standing by her desk, Joe beside him, looking like a butler, last night’s tray of cookies and tea in his hands.
    â€œGood morning, Jillian,” Joe said brightly.
    She frowned. “Good morning, Joe.” She looked around her office again. “Daniel, Connie, Griff,” she said, greeting each of them in turn.
    â€œMorning,” Connie said.
    â€œGood morning, Jill,” Daniel murmured.
    â€œDitto,” Griff told her.
    They were all staring at her.
    â€œOkay,” she said. “What are you all doing in my office?”
    â€œMeeting,” Daniel said.
    â€œI stubbed my toe,” Connie said.
    â€œShe stubbed her toe,” Joe repeated. “And screamed.”
    â€œYeah. She screamed. We all came running,” Griff told her.
    They were still staring at her.
    â€œAre you all right now?” she asked Connie.
    â€œOf course I’m all right. Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Connie said.
    â€œYour toe,” Jillian reminded her.
    â€œOh…I…yes. It’s fine now.”
    â€œSo what about this meeting?” Jillian said.
    â€œWhat?” Connie said, frowning.
    â€œMeeting. Didn’t you say you were here for a meeting, Daniel?” Jillian asked.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œAbout what?”
    â€œA quick meeting. Just to say that, uh, we’re definitely going with the Celtic cross.”
    â€œYou told me that yesterday.”
    â€œYeah, but…there’s also an ad campaign we need to discuss.” He looked at his watch. “Can’t now. Have to be in a marketing meeting in two minutes.”
    â€œBut—” Jillian began.
    â€œMarketing. That’s me,” Griff said.
    â€œSince when have you actually bothered to attend a meeting?” Jillian asked.
    â€œToday. It’s an important one.” He was walking toward her door.
    Backward.
    And Connie was going with him.
    â€œI’ll get some coffee,” she said, smiling in response to Jillian’s confused frown.
    â€œAnd I’ll get rid of the tea,” Joe said cheerfully, rushing out,