CHAPTER 1
“My father emailed me earlier. He wants me to come to a family meeting. Apparently, it’s been a while since I saw everyone,” Sly tells me, as we walk down the road.
“A while, try over five years,” I answer. “Are you going to reply?”
“I don’t know. Part of me thinks I should just ignore the email, but the other part of me thinks I should go to the meeting to find out if the rumours are true.”
I grab his hand and link our fingers together. “There must be another way we can find that information out.”
“I thought that was why we were here,” Xander said. “To find out what we can.”
“We are, but we need to proceed with caution,” Sly replies to my brother.
“Just send Enoch in. He’s cute, he can find out anything,” Xander says, grinning at our youngest brother.
He’s right, our little brother is twelve, has a mop of curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a cheeky smile, with dimples. No one can resist his smile or his cheeky look. Even I’m not immune to it.
Xander, at fifteen, still has a slightly cute look about him. I made the mistake of telling him that not so long ago. Needless to say, I’ll never make that mistake again.
“This town is strange,” Enoch says, looking around. “That man looks like a leprechaun.”
“He’s probably getting in character for the Haunted Farm,” I say. But he isn’t wrong. This town does feel strange, but not in a bad way.
“There’s a lot of magic in the air,” Sly says. “OMG, it’s the witch from Snow White.”
I snort out a laugh when I see who he is looking at. “And look at that, she has a crow on her shoulder.”
“I think I’m glad we’re staying here for a while,” Enoch admits.
We all look at him.
I touch his shoulder. “I know things haven’t been easy, sorry.”
He turns to look at me. “It is what it is. I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining because I’m not. You both saved me and Xander, and we love you both for that. But it would be nice to settle somewhere.”
“Well, we’re booked into the B&B until the end of the month. We can use that time to look around the area, check out everything, and see what happens. You never know, we might find the perfect house,” Sly tells him.
“In the meantime, there’s a bakery over there,” I don’t get to finish what I am about to say, as Xander and Enoch shout ‘yes’ and hurry across the road.
Sly grins at me. “So, the boys are on board with having cake.”
“They would live on cake if we let them,” I reply, as we cross the road.
“Nothing wrong with that. Plus, if they have something with fruit in it, pretty sure that counts as one of their five a day.”
I scowl at him. “Donotput that thought into their head.”
Sly just laughs at me, lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of mine.
We walk into the baker's, which is surprisingly busy. The boys are gazing at the cakes; pretty sure they are drooling. Mind you, even from here they look amazing. It doesn’t take long for the others to be served, and our turn comes.
“Hi, I’m Patty. What can I get for you all today?” the smiling worker says.
“Can I have that rainbow slice, please?” Enoch says, pointing at the layered rainbow cake.
“Good choice, each layer is a different flavour,” Patty tells him, picking up a cake slice and slipping it under one of the rainbow slices, the biggest slice, I might add, picking it up and putting it on a plate, before putting it on a tray. She looks at Xander. “And for you?”
“A fruit scone, please.”
