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partner got tangled in my hair and swung from it, jabbing my upper back.
I screamed loud enough to pierce dogs’ ears, shaking my head and swatting at my hair. This rendered me blind, which was probably why I ran shrieking into the night and slammed smack dab into the side of Zach’s truck.
Chapter 8
“Oh my God, girl,” Zach said, when he sprung from the truck and bent over me.
“Get him off!” I yelled, rolling this way and that. Belatedly, I realized that I didn’t feel anything poking me anymore.
Zach stared at me completely horrified.
Gasping for breath, I peered around. The army of mini-means seemed to have disappeared. Finally, when I was sure they weren’t going to spill down on me from the back of the truck’s flatbed, I sat up.
“Are you hurt?” Zach paused. “Did you break anything?”
He could have added, “besides my heart,” because he looked stricken at my wild-eyed state.
“Um—” I felt my arms and legs with my hands. “Nope. I’m okay.” I smoothed my hands over my hair, coming away with various bits of twigs and leaves. “A squirrel attacked me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “A squirrel?”
“Yes,” I said and remembered too late about Jordan’s spell that was supposed to put a curse on us when we lied.
“I didn’t see any squirrel,” he said.
“Well, what do you think happened to my leg?” I demanded, shoving my ankle up to his face. He looked at the small wound.
“I got a call that you had a problem with Earl Stanton.”
“Yeah, but I took care of him.”
Zach cocked his eyebrow as he lifted me to my feet. “You did, huh? The way I heard it, he slipped and knocked himself out, then a couple of his buddies dragged him off.”
“Well, that’s one version, I suppose.” And it sounded better out loud than my version, in which I’d convinced a tree to commit suicide to help me defeat Earl.
I glanced down at my disheveled, dirty clothes and grimaced.
Zach ran a hand through his dark blond curls, surveying the street for a moment. “You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing alone in Old Town, half drunk?”
No way to deal with that question without getting a whole new bunch of curses heaped on my head. “I’d rather do just about anything than tell you that.”
He rubbed his jaw and shook his head. “If I was acting like you’re acting, what would you do with me?”
As if any army of tiny men would get the best of Zach. He’d have stomped them into the cobbles. “I don’t think it’s too likely that this kind of thing would ever happen to you, Zach,” I said with total honesty.
Between his curls and that handsome face scowling so fiercely, he looked just like those old paintings of the archangels, except he was missing an armored breastplate, some tights, and a big spear.
Zach leaned against the side of the truck, tipping his head back and looking up at the sky. He sighed. “You’re wearing me out.”
“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep.”
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “When we were married, I always knew where to find you. I never had to worry about you doing some fool thing, except maybe with a credit card. Now you’re drinking and carrying on. What’s happened to your good sense?”
“Lost it along with my job, I guess.”
“Well, I’ve had enough,” he said.
“Good thing I got us divorced, then. Saves you the trouble now that it’s time for us to walk away.”
“Is that it? You’re giving me a taste of my own medicine? Hanging out in bars all night? Well, I’ve got news for you, darlin’. There’s a big difference between what I can handle and what you can handle.”
Considering Zach has about sixty pounds of solid muscle and a gun on his side, I didn’t consider his announcement about being better equipped to handle trouble newsworthy at all. To my mind, my thwarting Earl was way more impressive. Plus, I’d taken out my share of werewolves the week before. I deserved a little bit
I screamed loud enough to pierce dogs’ ears, shaking my head and swatting at my hair. This rendered me blind, which was probably why I ran shrieking into the night and slammed smack dab into the side of Zach’s truck.
Chapter 8
“Oh my God, girl,” Zach said, when he sprung from the truck and bent over me.
“Get him off!” I yelled, rolling this way and that. Belatedly, I realized that I didn’t feel anything poking me anymore.
Zach stared at me completely horrified.
Gasping for breath, I peered around. The army of mini-means seemed to have disappeared. Finally, when I was sure they weren’t going to spill down on me from the back of the truck’s flatbed, I sat up.
“Are you hurt?” Zach paused. “Did you break anything?”
He could have added, “besides my heart,” because he looked stricken at my wild-eyed state.
“Um—” I felt my arms and legs with my hands. “Nope. I’m okay.” I smoothed my hands over my hair, coming away with various bits of twigs and leaves. “A squirrel attacked me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “A squirrel?”
“Yes,” I said and remembered too late about Jordan’s spell that was supposed to put a curse on us when we lied.
“I didn’t see any squirrel,” he said.
“Well, what do you think happened to my leg?” I demanded, shoving my ankle up to his face. He looked at the small wound.
“I got a call that you had a problem with Earl Stanton.”
“Yeah, but I took care of him.”
Zach cocked his eyebrow as he lifted me to my feet. “You did, huh? The way I heard it, he slipped and knocked himself out, then a couple of his buddies dragged him off.”
“Well, that’s one version, I suppose.” And it sounded better out loud than my version, in which I’d convinced a tree to commit suicide to help me defeat Earl.
I glanced down at my disheveled, dirty clothes and grimaced.
Zach ran a hand through his dark blond curls, surveying the street for a moment. “You want to tell me what the hell you’re doing alone in Old Town, half drunk?”
No way to deal with that question without getting a whole new bunch of curses heaped on my head. “I’d rather do just about anything than tell you that.”
He rubbed his jaw and shook his head. “If I was acting like you’re acting, what would you do with me?”
As if any army of tiny men would get the best of Zach. He’d have stomped them into the cobbles. “I don’t think it’s too likely that this kind of thing would ever happen to you, Zach,” I said with total honesty.
Between his curls and that handsome face scowling so fiercely, he looked just like those old paintings of the archangels, except he was missing an armored breastplate, some tights, and a big spear.
Zach leaned against the side of the truck, tipping his head back and looking up at the sky. He sighed. “You’re wearing me out.”
“Maybe you should go home and get some sleep.”
He looked at me from the corner of his eye. “When we were married, I always knew where to find you. I never had to worry about you doing some fool thing, except maybe with a credit card. Now you’re drinking and carrying on. What’s happened to your good sense?”
“Lost it along with my job, I guess.”
“Well, I’ve had enough,” he said.
“Good thing I got us divorced, then. Saves you the trouble now that it’s time for us to walk away.”
“Is that it? You’re giving me a taste of my own medicine? Hanging out in bars all night? Well, I’ve got news for you, darlin’. There’s a big difference between what I can handle and what you can handle.”
Considering Zach has about sixty pounds of solid muscle and a gun on his side, I didn’t consider his announcement about being better equipped to handle trouble newsworthy at all. To my mind, my thwarting Earl was way more impressive. Plus, I’d taken out my share of werewolves the week before. I deserved a little bit
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