A Witch's Handbook of Kisses and Curses (Half Moon Hollow 2)

“Really, well, I happen to have no agenda myself. But I do have some issues with body image.”

“Meaning your body’s image changes at a moment’s notice?”

“Yep,” he said brightly. “So do you have anythin’ planned for this afternoon?”

“Oh, the usual, a little cleaning, maybe some laundry, stripping my new neighbor down to nothing and demonstrating various positions I found in some of Jane’s more obscure antique marital guides.”

His eyes popped in surprise, but he quickly schooled his features back into blithe indifference. “Sounds very normal.”

I nodded. “A new guy just moved in two houses down. Good-looking, really flexible. I think he’s into yoga.”

His face fell into a dark expression. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Well, you’re going to have to cancel on the yoga guy, because you’re going to be busy. We have just enough time for that naked demonstration thing before I have to pack.”

“Pack?”

“I just got an invitation to Ireland.”

“So you’re coming with me?” I squeaked, throwing my arms around his neck.

He nodded. “Someone has to keep an eye on me while I figure out how to control my skin. Havin’ my own personal nurse seems like a good idea. You know, for watchin’ my vital signs . . . and sponge baths.” I bit his ear again, making him hiss. “I’m going to pay for the sponge-bath thing later in some small way, huh?”

“Not in a small way, no.” I shook my head before kissing him deeply. “Let’s get you packed.”