The Mirror (The Lost Bride Trilogy #2)

Then, with the stink of sulfur, it vanished.

“She did that once before.” Fighting for calm, Sonya bent to pick up Yoda, to soothe. “It didn’t work then either.”

“Hell of a show, though.” Digging into his pocket, Owen pulled out three small dog treats, tossed them. “Jones doesn’t back down.”

“Do you always carry those?” Cleo asked.

“Don’t you?”

She laughed. “I believe I’ll start. Well. That may or may not conclude our show for the evening.”

Sonya gave Yoda a kiss on the nose, then set him down. “Let’s go have pie.”

Trey took her hand, kissed it. “No, she doesn’t understand who she’s dealing with. I’ve got a bag in the truck. I’m staying tonight.”

“I was hoping you would.”

“I’ve got some gear in mine,” Owen added. “I thought I’d bunk here if that’s okay.”

“Looking out for us, Cousin?”

“Maybe I figure I’ve had a lot of wine, and shouldn’t drive.”

“I guess Jones doesn’t have a license.”

“Suspended. He’s a maniac behind the wheel.”

Cleo looked down at Jones, scruffy and fierce with his eye patch. “I actually believe that.”

They went in to find not only a spotless kitchen and dining room, but the leftovers divided into three tubs.

“Thank you, Molly. Well, I’m about to serve my first pie. Does everyone want coffee with that?”

“I’ll handle the coffee.” Trey stepped over to the machine while the iPad started a new tune.

“Johnny Cash,” Owen told them. “‘Cup of Coffee.’”

“I think you and Clover would get along very well,” Sonya commented.

“Since Trey already told me—back when—and I’ve seen her picture? Hot babe. I try to get along with hot babes.”

The music switched to Avril Lavigne’s “Hot,” and Owen grinned.

“Back atcha, gorgeous.”

“You know, she’s my grandmother, which makes her your—what, great-aunt?”

“Still a hot babe, and one with excellent taste in music.”

“Pie.” Cleo set four servings at the casual table.

“Coffee.” Trey brought over the rest.

“Remember, it’s my first.”

Owen took a generous bite. “Hell of a good start.”

It was, and Sonya decided also an excellent finish as the day—or more accurately the night before—began to catch up with her.