Back Extra Witchy
Chapters (39)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Epilogue
  36. Excerpt from Boss Witch
  37. Acknowledgments
  38. About the Author
  39. Back Cover

“I don’t care if you ran into your ex.” Her whole body practically felt featherlight with relief. This was such a huge, steaming pile of nothing that it didn’t even deserve a mention.

“Really?” For some reason, a flicker of disappointment darkened his eyes.

Wait, is he upset I’m not jealous? That’s so cute.

“Because I trust you,” she explained. “And because I know you want no part of her after how things ended.”

“That’s so true,” he said, brightening visibly.

“Now, if you tell me somebody was trying to get your number, then I might have to investigate and pull some hair,” Leanne added, mostly to revel in how he perked up.

“I did get a few looks that night,” Trev said. “Not near as many as Dante, to be candid. But once they noticed the ring, they moved on.”

Smiling, she traced a fingertip around the simple silver ring he’d chosen in Vegas. “It is clearly part of a wedding set.”

“I know. I love that.”

“Wearing half of a wedding ring set?”

Smiling slightly, he clarified, “Being married to you.”

“It’s working out great for me too.”

He pulled her with him onto the couch and settled into a snuggle. “This is the life. Let’s not move for the rest of the day.”

“But—”

“Must you crush my modest dreams?”

“We’ll need to eat. And pee. Eventually.”

Trev laughed. “There you go again with your relentless logic.”

“Are you misquoting Futurama in my vicinity?”

“Actually, yes, but I’m surprised that you know that.”

“That’s from Fry’s ex, right?” Leanne asked.

“Got it in one. Let’s watch cartoons all day, like real functional adults,” he suggested.

She considered the offer then made a strong counter. “Only if I’m allowed to eat ice cream out of the carton.”

“You drive a hard bargain. I’ll get the spoons.”

The sheer easy joy of being with him buoyed her up like she was full of helium. Trev delivered her favorite gourmet ice cream from the freezer and cuddled up to her, feeding her bites as they queued up a cartoon marathon for the afternoon. She’d never been with anyone like him, who didn’t ask for anything or make demands, as if just breathing the same air was enough.

And she feared down to her bones that such precious, simple happiness couldn’t last.

***

A ringing phone dragged Trev awake a few days later.

It’s mine.

He answered with a groggy, “What?” without looking at the screen.

Junie spoke so fast that it was a little hard to follow. “Sorry to bother you so early, but I thought Leanne should know. Her dad is in the hospital, and it looks like he doesn’t have long. If she wants to meet him…”