Tug of Attraction by Ashlyn Chase Read Free Book Online

tomorrow?”
    “How about Wednesday? Mondays and Tuesdays are the only nights without live music.”
    “Okay. Sure. What time?”
    “Seven thirty. If you shower before, I won’t sneeze all night.”
    She laughed. “Deal.”
    After hanging up she reached out to her beautiful ten year-old Golden Retriever, and the loving animal trotted over to her. She rubbed up against her leg, and Brigit scratched her behind her floppy ears. “Well, Goldie, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad you shed. Maybe we can keep Mr. Curious from coming over unannounced.”
    Something about this dating thing bothered Brigit. He hadn’t said he was willing to give her the baby she wanted. He hadn’t outright refused to either.
    “What do you think, Goldie?”
    The dog just licked her hand.
    “Hmmm...You’re saying, he could be like all the other guys out there. Right?”
    Goldie sat on her haunches and barked once.
    Brigit sighed. “I see. I thought if anyone would be cool with something a little different, it would be him. Well, I tried to be up front and honest. I guess we’ll see where that gets me.”
    * * * *
    H anna bent over and reached for the handle on her mini-fridge to get an iced tea when
    Fayleen hovered upside down in front of her face.
    “Holy crap!” Hanna backed away until she felt the chair cushion with the backs of her legs and sat down, hard. “Can’t you enter a room the normal way?”
    “Where’s the fun in that?” Fayleen flipped around and her sneakers touched to the floor.
    “Please tell me you’ve found the Unholy Grail .”
    Fayleen sat beside her. “Um. I could do that, but I’d be lying.”
    Hanna closed her eyes and counted to ten. I still believe she lost the one thing that gave us our supernatural powers. “Did you find any leads yet?”
    “Apparently my cat knocked the grail off the sofa table and it fell into my African wicker basket. The new housekeeper thought it was a trash bucket and emptied it into the recycling bin.”
    Hanna slapped her hand over her heart. “Whew. So, you know where it is.”
    “No. I’m just telling you what happened to it. She took the recycling out to the curb and it was picked up the next morning.”
    “Picked up...You mean, it’s at a recycling center somewhere?”
    “Hopefully.”
    Hanna rose abruptly and clenched her fists. “That’s all you can say? Hopefully? Why aren’t you over there, sifting through every piece of crap until you find it?” Hanna shook her head and muttered, “I can’t believe you lost the damn thing. And right when I have another candidate to recommend to the supernatural coven.”
    “Who?”
    “I think Ethan is ready.”
    “Cool. So, we really have to find the grail or he won’t be able to drink from it and won’t become a super witch.”
    Hanna rolled her eyes. “We call ourselves Supernatural Witches, not super witches. You know that.”
    “Yeah, yeah, but that’s such a mouthful. We need something short and catchy.”
    Hanna clasped her hands behind her back and paced. “What we need is more of us, if we’re going to affect any kind of change in this world.”
    “That’s why I’m here,” Fayleen said. “I thought the search might go faster with two of us looking for it.”
    Hanna halted and crossed her arms. “So you want my help.”
    “If you wouldn’t mind.”
    “What if I do?”
    “I still want your help. Look, I’m sorry. I should have hidden it away immediately, but I didn’t.” Fayleen got on her knees in front of Hanna and took her hand. “Pleeeease. This is too important to trust to one person.”
    “Especially you.” Hanna rubbed her eyes. “Okay. Fine. Let me change into some old clothes, if I’m going to be rooting around in piles of trash.” She snapped her fingers and instantly wore her New England Patriot’s Superbowl 2004 Champions sweatshirt and a pair of ratty gray jeans that used to be black.
    Fayleen bounded to her feet. “You keep sweatshirts from the dark