“And you won’t tell me where?”
“No. It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“So I’m discovering. Night, gorgeous. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
I harrumphed. “I only ever let certain werewolves bite me.”
He chuckled and hung up. Almost immediately, the phone rang again. It was Monty.
“What’s up?”
“I need transport.”
“Then call a cab. Or an Uber.”
“Not that sort of transport.” His tone was annoyed. “I think I can track our shifter, but I can’t drive and follow the directional spell at the same time.”
He wasn’t supposed to drive at all, but I restrained the urge to point that out. “I’ll be around in ten.”
“Good.” He paused. “Is Belle coming along as well?”
“No, she is not,” came Belle’s response from the kitchen.
“I heard that,” Monty said. “Anyone would think she’s avoiding me.”
“She has a date,” I said.
“Really? Who?”
“That’s none of your damn business, cuz.”
“How am I supposed to beat the competition when I have no idea who the competition is?” he grumbled.
“You’re not. That’s the whole point.”
“You’re a mean woman, Lizzie, but you won’t stop the course of true love.”
I grinned. “Give it up, Monty.”
He laughed. “Why? It gives me something to do.”
“I’m never going to be your something to do, Monty,” Belle yelled. “So please do give it up.”
“Have you told her it’s not polite to be listening in on your conversations?”
“She’s my familiar. It’s her job to listen in. Now hang up so I can get ready.”
Once he had, I went into the reading room to grab my gear. We might find absolutely nothing, but I wasn’t about to bet my life on that—a thought that had me wondering just what my prophetic soul sensed.
Belle came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the tea towel slung over her shoulder. “Do you want a coffee to take with you?”
“Yeah, and you’d better make one for Monty too, or he’ll get all grumpy on us.”
“Grumpy might be an improvement over lustlorn.”
“He’s definitely persistent.”