The Last Witch Hunter (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Read Free Book Online Page A

practically eye fucking me when I did it.” She gasped and looked away. He chuckled. “Not going to deny it? Good. I wouldn’t have believed you anyway.”
    Her face felt hot with anger and embarrassment. She opened the door and clambered down from his big truck to escape. She heard his door open and close. He reached her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before she made it to the entrance.
    Ronan paid the entry fee. She could hear country music pumping through the speakers and winced. There were few types of music she didn’t like, but country was right up there at the top. She liked Taylor Swift’s latest album but most would argue that it was closer to pop than country.
    “So what do you want to do first?” he asked. “There’s a haunted house-”
    “Doubt it’ll be scarier than the house of the witch I met who-”
    “There’s a hay ride,” he cut her off abruptly. “We could dance or go get treats. Or we could just mingle.”
    She weighed her options. A hay ride sounded messy and it was chilly out. The blouse she wore had long sleeves but they were sheer. Dancing to this music was out. Mingling. She hadn’t had much call for socializing in the last few years and her social skills had never been up to par. She wasn’t sure she even knew how to do that. “Tell me more about these treats.”
    “There are cookies, cake, candy, cereal treats, cotton candy, candy apples.”
    “Sounds good.”
    He took her hand and led her through one large open room that was being used for dancing and into a smaller room. Several people had nodded, waved or called out to Ronan as they progressed. A few had glanced at her with questioning looks. Tables lined the walls to the left and the right. Each was covered with food. In the center of the room people stood about talking and eating whatever items they had purchased. “What would you like?”
    “Let’s look around.” A walk down the line of tables showed that pumpkin had been used as an ingredient in many of the cookies and cakes. Other than pumpkin pie, Nikita wasn’t crazy about the gourd. “Do the proceeds for this go to a charity?”
    Ronan nodded. “It changes yearly. I forget what this year’s cause is.” He stopped to buy both of them cones of cotton candy. Pink for her and blue for him.
    “Why, Ronan, I didn’t expect to see you here!”
    A leggy blonde and a shorter redhead approached them. The blonde had a wide thin mouth that was currently stretched in a phony smile as she looked from Ronan to Nikita and back again. She clasped Ronan’s wrist and leaned in for a kiss on the cheek that was entirely too close to his mouth. “I haven’t seen you since the night of Tim’s party.” She laughed. “You promised to call. That was weeks ago, you naughty boy.” She shook his wrist playfully. “What have you been up to that’s kept you so busy?”
    “Um, you know how it is.” Nikita hid a smile. Ronan had found plenty of time for her. Sure, he’d considered him a nuisance, but still…. “Vicky, this is Nikita. Nikita this is Vicky and her cousin Sophie.”
    “Hi,” Sophie said kindly.
    Vicky gave her a slow once over, perusing her from her high heeled boots to the roots of her black hair. With a barely perceptible nod, the other woman immediately returned her attention to Ronan. “Save a dance for me, okay?”
    Ronan’s eyes flew to her s as though to judge her reaction but she only raised her brows. He cleared his throat. “Sure.”
    Vicky’s lips spread so wide, Nikita thought it was possible her face would split in two. “I’m going to hold you to that,” she said before walking off. She let her fingers linger on Ronan until she was so far away that they dropped off his wrist.
    “Ex?”
    He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Not exactly.”
    “Ah.” Understanding dawned. “A one night stand.”
    “No! No, it was nothing like… We kissed once at the party she mentioned. It was a cookout. I’d had a few too many beers. It