Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I just didn’t want her to see him again!
Her hands shook. “I’m fine. You can go.”
“Bullshit. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re going back home with me.”
“I’m not.”
“You will.”
“I’m not.” She glared at me.
“I won’t lie to you, Faith. I do think you’re crazy.”
“Fine. Drink your tea and then go home.”
“And what about this sculpture.”
“Remy,” she corrected.
“Fine.” I spat the name out. “Remy.”
“I don’t know. I guess we should burn those mojo bags that my mother gave us. It’s obvious that she had something to do with all of this.”
“We should call her first,” I said.
“Absolutely not. She’s already budding her head into my life and extraordinary ways.”
“You think she made this Remy come alive?”
“I’m sure of it. Especially, if some imaginary wolves led you to me.”
“They were real. I just wasn’t sure if they were wolves.”
“Remy was real too.”
I glared at her. “Do you plan on seeing this Remy again?”
“I feel like you’re not focused on the correct things to be worried about.”
“It’s a fair question, being that we’re dating.”
“We’re dating? I thought I only agreed to going to dinner with you.”
“It’s a date.”
“Daniel, would you please focus on the imaginary snow creatures and my being bat shit crazy first, then we can grow old and build together later. But first, let’s make sure I don’t need little pink and blue pills.”
“You’ll be fine. You always were a little crazy.”
“I’m tired of people saying that around me.”
“It’s true and half the reason why you’re an artist. You’ve always saw everything differently. Even if you look at that wall of trees you have in the dining room. Each tree breathes and appears to be something more. They’re damn near alive on the canvas. And for some reason, I just want to stand there and study them, ask questions about life and why I’m on this Earth.”
“Wow. That’s a pretty decent compliment to explain why I’m looney.”
“It’s the best I could do without any sleep.” I returned to the counter and checked on our tea.
She kept talking.
She was adamant about burning those mojo bags.
I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. Addie Mae had never given me anything that hurt me. If anything, she always had me healthy and moving in the right direction. Additionally, I figured Faith had a point about her mother trying to work magic to get us back together. It wasn’t a secret that Addie Mae despised Brett.
Most of the town hated him for how he openly disrespected her when they were married.
Even further, I made sure to remain in Faith’s mother’s good graces. I checked on her like she was my own mother and grew to love her just like family. If Addie Mae wanted me here, then I’d stay right there, taking care of her daughter for the rest of the holiday season.
When I’d brewed the tea leaves perfectly, I poured us both a cup, added honey, stirred, and set them down between us.
“Did you hear me?” she asked. “We have to burn them.”
“Please, drink your tea. I’m still not sure your body is okay.”
“I feel fine.” Faith picked up her tea and took a sip. Soothing little lines appeared around her mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Do you like your tea?”
“It’s perfect.”
I winked at her. “Of course.”
“Of course.” She took another sip. “We should burn the bags outside of the house just in case—”
“Why not throw them in the fireplace?”
“I never saw my mom burn stuff like that inside the house. She always put these things in salt water, let it dry, and then set it on fire outside.”
I tapped her cup with mine, before she took another sip. “Then we burn it and you tell me more about this Remy.”
“No.” She shook her head and set the cup down. “If you saw me moaning, but didn’t see him, then there’s nothing to talk about. In fact, I’m embarrassed.”
I should’ve left it alone, but my mother always told me I was the most stubborn of her kids. “You told him there was no competition.”
“You heard that?”
“Yes, I saw you in the snow, naked, and talking to someone.”
“Must we keep bringing up the fact that I was naked?”
“That was the best part as far as I’m concerned.”
She blinked.
“The moaning was the second-best thing.”
The next words came out shaky. “What else did you see?”
“I feel like that was enough,” I said.
“Did you see the castle?”
“No. What castle?”
“What about the table and food and. . .”
Shock must’ve shot all over my face because she went silent.
“Never mind.” She returned to her tea. “Yes, I remember telling him that there was no competition with Brett.”
I touched my chest. “And what about with me?”
“Are you serious? My mother just did some hoodoo love thing to us. You’re up all night chasing snow wolves that are howling and I’m. . .doing things. . .and here you are asking me, if I’m going to continue to have sex with a snowman.”