Murder By Muffin (Lucy McGuffin, Psychic Amateur Detective 3)

I’ve dreamed of this moment for years, but now that it’s happening, it’s like I’m floating above my head watching it all go down.

Paco barks, making Will and I jump apart.

We laugh nervously, because holy wow. Everything I’ve thought about our relationship has just flown out the door. He would never kiss me if he didn’t have strong feelings for me. Just like me, he’d never risk our friendship on a whim.

He watches me intently. “How come we’ve never done that before?”

“I don’t—wait. I almost forgot. Will, are you J.W. Quicksilver?”

“What?” He makes a face. “Why would you ask me that?”

“It makes total sense. You always act so weird whenever anyone talks about him. Like you have this irrational dislike of him. But I’ve read one of his books and … ” Oh my stars. Why did I never figure this out before? “You’re the one who made the big donation to St. Perpetua’s! Sebastian knows, doesn’t he?”

“Lucy, you’re talking crazy here—”

“Will,” I say, looking him straight in the eye. “Are you J.W. Quicksilver, yes or no?” I demand.

He chuckles like this is all some big joke. “Lucy,” he says, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I am not J.W. Quicksilver.”

The hair on my neck stands on end.

Holy wow.

This time there’s no doubt about it.

I’ve just caught Will in a lie.