A Charming Secret (Magical Cures Mystery Series Book 6) by Tonya Kappes Page B
Authors: Tonya Kappes
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flea market. I could feel some sort of pride coming back, filling my spirit.
“Aunt Helena came by to visit.” I stopped myself. I kept the little secret about the meeting at midnight to myself. Oscar didn’t need to know or he would discourage me from going. “She gave me a little pep talk and a present.” I twirled around before I landed in Oscar’s arms.
“I couldn’t wait until I got home to see you.” He buried his head into my neck. “I thought we could head out to grab a bite to eat. Like a date.”
“Sounds perfect. All of this work has got me hungry.” I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually eaten. Another thing Oscar didn’t need to know, or he would be hovering over me. I didn’t need a babysitter. “I’ll go get ready.”
“I’ll get changed.” He pointed to his cruiser. “I got a change of clothes in the car.”
He headed one way and I headed the other. It was odd how he didn’t mention anything about the fire or Gwendolyn’s murder. Maybe he was going to give me some information at dinner. Or maybe he was going to let me enjoy a night out, putting the stress aside for a few moments. The only time I didn’t seem to be stressed was when I was lost in my potions.
I hurried in and grabbed an orange dress. Oscar always said I looked good in orange. I strapped on some black heels and ran a comb through my bob.
“Are you ready?” I asked Oscar.
He sat in the family room with a cute teal button down and dark jeans on. He had the sleeves rolled up to three-quarters length. He had the perfect amount of gel in his black hair. He looked adorable.
“You look beautiful.” His eyes danced. He looked lovingly at me. “I’m so lucky. Smart, beautiful and sexy.”
He reached out and I grabbed his hand. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my mother’s ring he’d used to propose to me.
“I’m the lucky one.” I laughed. “Do you remember when I sabotaged your date with what’s-her-name?”
“Let’s not bring that up.” He brought me in for a kiss to shut me up.
I giggled remembering the little spell I’d put on a date he had a year ago. That was when I knew I’d fallen—hook, line, and sinker—for him and there was no one going to get in my way.
Instead of taking his cruiser, I let him take the Green Machine. Something about being in a cop car wasn’t appealing to me. I didn’t want to tempt fate and see into the future. Because that was where I was going to be transported if we didn’t figure out what happened to Gwendolyn.
We settled on a little Indian place in the strip mall in Locust Grove. Once inside, you were transported into what I could only imagine an authentic restaurant would look like in India. The tables were low to the ground; large pillows on the floor was where everyone was seated.
After placing our order, I knew I couldn’t dance around the big elephant in the room.
“Did you find out if the autopsy is back yet?” I asked.
“Not yet.” Oscar shook his head. “Colton said any day. But he did tell me there was a match found in the attic along with a trail of some sort of mixture.”
“Like gasoline?” I asked.
“I guess.” He pinched his lips. “Colton isn’t letting me get in on the evidence at all. I guess it’s best so Petunia and her family can’t claim I’m leaving out details because you are engaged to me.”
“You know, I’m not the only one who had words with Gwenie.” I hated to rat people out, but I wasn’t going to be the only one with the pointing finger.
Oscar jabbed at his plate of Chicken Shahi Korma.
“Izzy and Raven had words with Gwenie. Not only did she put my shop down, she put theirs down as well. She told Raven her tarts were tart, not good. And she said Izzy’s shop wasn’t run right. So why aren’t they being investigated?”
“Maybe they are. Colton isn’t telling me anything.” Oscar’s brows furrowed. “I’m sure he’s on top of it. But you also have to look at the fact that
“Aunt Helena came by to visit.” I stopped myself. I kept the little secret about the meeting at midnight to myself. Oscar didn’t need to know or he would discourage me from going. “She gave me a little pep talk and a present.” I twirled around before I landed in Oscar’s arms.
“I couldn’t wait until I got home to see you.” He buried his head into my neck. “I thought we could head out to grab a bite to eat. Like a date.”
“Sounds perfect. All of this work has got me hungry.” I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually eaten. Another thing Oscar didn’t need to know, or he would be hovering over me. I didn’t need a babysitter. “I’ll go get ready.”
“I’ll get changed.” He pointed to his cruiser. “I got a change of clothes in the car.”
He headed one way and I headed the other. It was odd how he didn’t mention anything about the fire or Gwendolyn’s murder. Maybe he was going to give me some information at dinner. Or maybe he was going to let me enjoy a night out, putting the stress aside for a few moments. The only time I didn’t seem to be stressed was when I was lost in my potions.
I hurried in and grabbed an orange dress. Oscar always said I looked good in orange. I strapped on some black heels and ran a comb through my bob.
“Are you ready?” I asked Oscar.
He sat in the family room with a cute teal button down and dark jeans on. He had the sleeves rolled up to three-quarters length. He had the perfect amount of gel in his black hair. He looked adorable.
“You look beautiful.” His eyes danced. He looked lovingly at me. “I’m so lucky. Smart, beautiful and sexy.”
He reached out and I grabbed his hand. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my mother’s ring he’d used to propose to me.
“I’m the lucky one.” I laughed. “Do you remember when I sabotaged your date with what’s-her-name?”
“Let’s not bring that up.” He brought me in for a kiss to shut me up.
I giggled remembering the little spell I’d put on a date he had a year ago. That was when I knew I’d fallen—hook, line, and sinker—for him and there was no one going to get in my way.
Instead of taking his cruiser, I let him take the Green Machine. Something about being in a cop car wasn’t appealing to me. I didn’t want to tempt fate and see into the future. Because that was where I was going to be transported if we didn’t figure out what happened to Gwendolyn.
We settled on a little Indian place in the strip mall in Locust Grove. Once inside, you were transported into what I could only imagine an authentic restaurant would look like in India. The tables were low to the ground; large pillows on the floor was where everyone was seated.
After placing our order, I knew I couldn’t dance around the big elephant in the room.
“Did you find out if the autopsy is back yet?” I asked.
“Not yet.” Oscar shook his head. “Colton said any day. But he did tell me there was a match found in the attic along with a trail of some sort of mixture.”
“Like gasoline?” I asked.
“I guess.” He pinched his lips. “Colton isn’t letting me get in on the evidence at all. I guess it’s best so Petunia and her family can’t claim I’m leaving out details because you are engaged to me.”
“You know, I’m not the only one who had words with Gwenie.” I hated to rat people out, but I wasn’t going to be the only one with the pointing finger.
Oscar jabbed at his plate of Chicken Shahi Korma.
“Izzy and Raven had words with Gwenie. Not only did she put my shop down, she put theirs down as well. She told Raven her tarts were tart, not good. And she said Izzy’s shop wasn’t run right. So why aren’t they being investigated?”
“Maybe they are. Colton isn’t telling me anything.” Oscar’s brows furrowed. “I’m sure he’s on top of it. But you also have to look at the fact that
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