Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) by Roxanne Rhoads

idea why. Why the two of us? It makes no sense to me.”
    “Have you been
able to learn anything about the spellcaster, pick up on a trace, anything?”
    “No, release of
inhibition spells are relatively simple, they require no personal power, just
basic herbs, a focus and an incantation. Once the spell dissipates the trace is
gone and the power trail is next to nothing. By the time I pulled myself
together and calmed you down, there wasn’t a trace left to follow.”
    “What about,
Mel? You think she can help you?”
    Melanie, known
to everyone as Mel, was the P.I.T Crew’s spell casting witch extraordinaire…and
my best friend. In fact, she’s the one who introduced me to Galen at one of her
no humans allowed preternatural bashes.
    She was the
go-to girl on everything spell related. She did her share of investigating
magick and magick gone wrong, but what she mainly did for the P.I.T crew was
cast spells, make charms and amulets, and create magickal weapons, shields and
wards. They often called her in to set up protective…for lack of better word…
force fields.
    “I haven’t yet,
but I can consult with her, though I doubt she’s going to tell me anything I don’t
already know. I am She Who Knows, I am the one that traces magick and follows
the trail to the bad guys. I may not be able to cast like Mel but I can usually
trace a spell if there’s a trail to follow.” I hated it when my powers got
questioned.
    “Don’t get your
panties in a bunch,” he paused as a lecherous grin spread across his face, “you’re
wearing panties aren’t you, Annie girl, ‘cause if not and you’re wearing a
skirt, this meeting could go in a whole other direction.” He scrunched down as
if ready to peer under my skirt.
    Hah, naughty
Malone was back. I stood up straight and yanked the hem of my skirt down so
there was no way he could look. Bad enough he had already seen my breasts
almost naked.
    A low and hearty
laugh rumbled from him again. The laugh made things curl and tighten inside me.
    “Is what you’re
wearing under that considered a thong or a t-back? The image of you in a thong
and nothing else is going to make me a happy man tonight. Of course if I could
see it in real life I would be even happier.”
    I huffed, and he
laughed again. The sound followed me as I stomped out of his office and stormed
down the hall. My face still blazed heat when I found Mel in the reinforced
spell room in the basement of the station.
    “What’s wrong
with you?” she asked with a smile, probably knowing damn well it was Malone.
    “Malone.”
    “That’s what I
figured. You shouldn’t let Malone get to you. He only messes with you because
he can. He never flirts with me.”
    “Mel, no man in
his right mind flirts with you. Everyone has heard the story of the wizard who
severely pissed you off and was then magically separated from his balls.”
    “That bastard
had it coming!”
    Yes, and that’s
why no one messed with Mel. Yet, there wasn’t a preternatural creature in Flint
who’d pass up an invite to one of her parties. The witch could throw one
helluva bash.
    “Okay, girl,
it’s time to dish. Tell me all about what happened with Malone last night and
about every single encounter with Galen. I want all the dirty little details.”
    I should have
known she already knew about my hook ups with Galen and Malone. See, not only
was Mel a master speller, she possessed a little psychic ability. It was really
weird though, she only caught glimpses of the naughty stuff—the stuff no one
would actually want her to see. Like she had a subscription to her own personal
x-rated channel broadcast in her head.
    She told me
about my first time a week before I lost my virginity to Blake Whitley in the
back of his old Ford Bronco.
    Mel and I had
been friends since kindergarten. Once we realized we were the only two witches
in our school we knew we had to stick together…and we’d been best friends ever
since. We’d gone through it all