I took the watering canister off me, setting it down to unscrew the top. Grumbling, he flew to the cart and started rummaging. Green twist ties, stakes, and used pH test strips flew everywhere. He dropped it in the canister and it fizzed. Pixies are allergic to polyester. And it stinks.
I can smell the oil. I screwed the cap lightly back onto the canister and hung it over my shoulder, pushing Jenks from me in the process. Suck it up. He flipped me off with both hands, hovering backward as he went. Patting my back pocket of the vile blue jumpsuit, I found my snippers. While Miss Office Professional typed a letter, I snapped open a step stool and began to clip leaves off the hanging plant beside her desk. It smelled like a garden in there, a garden with a wet dog panting on the cool tile. My pulse increased, and I moved down another plant.
I was behind the desk, and the woman stiffened. I had invaded her territory, but she had to put up with it. I was the water girl.
Hoping she attributed my rising tension to being so close to her, I kept working. My one hand rested on the lid of the watering canister. One twist and it would be off. I turned to see an irate man, clearly a Were by his robust size and build, hanging halfway out of the back office. What was wrong with paper?
I like paper. I told you, computers are like women. My pulse leapt, and I moved the stool right beside the tank. Vanessa sighed.
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Jenks dropped down to me. His wings blurred to nothing and he gave me a tiny thumbs-up. My skin tightened in anticipation. I took off the fish tank lid, then pulled the green fishnet from an inner pocket of the jumpsuit.
Standing atop the step stool, I pushed my sleeve to my elbow and plunged the net into the water. Immediately both fish darted to the back. How long could it take to catch a fish? I pushed a rock over to get to the fish hiding behind it. They darted to the front. The phone started ringing, a soft hum. If it would just hold still Adrenaline jerked my head up.
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A big man with a trim beard and a folder of papers was standing in the hallway leading to the other offices. I glanced at the tank with my arm in it. My net was empty. The fish had slipped past it. From Mr. So much for the easy way. Vanessa screamed as the tank tipped and twenty-five gallons of icky fish water cascaded over her desk. Ray appeared beside her. I lurched off the stool, soaked from the waist down.
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No one moved, shocked, and I scanned the floor. It wiggled and squirmed, and my breath exploded from me as I finally got my fingers around it. I looked up as I dropped it into the canister and screwed the lid on tight. Jenks was a firefly from hell as he darted from Were to Were, brandishing pencils and throwing them at sensitive parts. A four-inch pixy was holding three Weres at bay. Ray was content to watch until he realized I had one of his fish.
He came at me, his thick hands reaching. I obligingly took one of them, jerking him forward and into my foot. He staggered back, clutching his stomach. It shattered in a satisfying crash, the screen looking odd on the grass. Weres poured into the room, angry and giving off musk. Snatching the canister, I dove through the window. My shoulders hit manicured grass and I rolled to my feet. She even has a cute if human boyfriend-what more could a witch want? But living with a reformed vampire isn't all it's cracked up to be, particularly when your roommate's very bad ex-boyfriend wants her back and wouldn't mind you in the process.
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