Read Online wicked witches 08.6 - a witch in time by Amanda M. Lee - Free Book Online

just keep it a secret, like we do the witch thing. It will be fine, Mr. Spock.”
    Landon’s eyes were dangerous slits when they locked with mine. “For your information, missy, I’m Captain Kirk.”
    “I’m sorry.” I really wasn’t.
    “Mr. Spock,” Landon muttered, dusting off the seat of his jeans. “He’s not sexy. Captain Kirk gets all the women. I’m definitely Captain Kirk.”
    I patted his shoulder as I moved up beside him. “I’m just glad you’re not wearing a red shirt. I don’t want to worry about you dying on an away mission.”
    “Ha!” Landon swiveled and pointed a finger in my direction. “You would only know that if you’re secretly a fan of the show.”
    Crud. “I prefer Picard to Kirk.”
    Landon’s expression was full of disgust. “He’s bald. I’m not bald.”
    “Captain Kirk wears a toupee,” I pointed out.
    “That’s never been proved. I happen to believe that’s his real hair.”
    I realized what Landon wasn’t saying. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” I said. “I’m sure you won’t lose your hair.”
    “I can’t even look at you right now,” Landon said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, we’re back at the house again. When do you think this is?”
    I shrugged. “I have no idea. Let’s move closer, though. We’ll try to stay hidden and see what’s going on.”
    “That’s because you’re starting to think I’m right about the time travel, right?” Landon asked, as he followed me through the thick foliage. “I’m right. Admit it.”
    “I’m right,” I argued. “You’re just … a Trekkie.”
    “I’m never going to live this down,” Landon muttered.
    “Don’t worry; if you’re good for the rest of the day and we get out of this unscathed, I’ll let you play with my Tribbles.”
    “Bay, you can’t mock me for being a Trekkie when you have all of this geek knowledge of your own,” Landon said. “You’re a Trekkie, too. If you try to make fun of me, I’ll tell everyone about that Tribble comment. Your mother will be horrified.”
    Crap! Why do I always paint myself in such obnoxious corners? “Fine. Your secret is safe with me.”
    “That’s good,” Landon said. “That means your secret is safe with me.” He pulled up short and extended a hand to hold me back, pushing me down behind a bush and pressing a finger to his lips to warn me to be quiet.
    “What?” I whispered. “If someone is over there, they’ve already heard our Star Trek argument. There’s no reason to hide now.”
    “It’s Calvin,” Landon said. “He’s sitting on a log. Look.”
    I followed the direction of Landon’s finger, taking a moment to soak in the scene and realize what I was witnessing. “It’s Mom.”
    “It’s all of them,” Landon said, gesturing toward the giggling girls as they danced in a circle around Calvin. “Look how small they are.”
    “Look at Twila’s hair,” I marveled, grinning. “I guess Mom wasn’t lying when she said her natural color was blond. I’ve never seen anything but the Ronald McDonald color. She looks … normal.”
    Landon chuckled. “What are they doing?”
    “I have no idea,” I said. “It looks like they’re having fun, though, doesn’t it?”
    “Is this before or after your grandmother died?”
    “Before. I think everyone lived here together, though.”
    “Girls! Come inside for lunch.” Ginger appeared in the doorway. I could barely make out her features, but her smile was evident as Twila and Marnie scampered in her direction. Mom lingered behind, clearly waiting for Calvin.
    “Aren’t you coming?” Mom asked.
    “In a minute,” Calvin replied. “I have something to do first. You go on ahead. I’ll catch up with you.”
    “Okay,” Mom said, skipping toward the house. “You’d better hurry if you want cookies.”
    “Don’t you dare eat my cookies.” Calvin feigned a stern expression. “I’ll tickle you if you do.”
    “I’ll do my best,” Mom said, her blond hair bouncing.