Wicked Winter (An Ivy Morgan Mystery Book 8)

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by Lily Harper Hart


  “You suck.” Ivy ripped the pillow out from beneath her head and pressed it to her face. “I can’t believe you’re torturing me this way.”

  “It’s kind of fun.” Jack knelt next to the mattress and removed the pillow from her face. “I’m going to take you for breakfast at the diner. I thought you could use a break from cooking and I want to talk to you.”

  Ivy flashed a pathetic face. “Oh, I don’t want to be yelled at again.”

  “Who said I was going to yell?”

  “I don’t want you torturing me again either,” Ivy whined. “It hurts my heart.”

  The simple declaration was enough to have Jack rethinking his approach … but only for a moment. “That was very good. I almost fell for it. You’re going to have to do better than that, though.”

  “What if I cry?”

  “I would prefer you didn’t.” Jack’s hand was gentle as it pushed Ivy’s hair away from her expressive face. On a normal day he found her beautiful. The pronounced pout today made her something otherworldly. “Ivy, I need you to know that I love you. That’s not going to change. You know that, right?”

  Ivy considered pushing the situation but ultimately nodded. “I do know that.”

  “Good. I also want to punish you for what you did. You ruined my big Christmas surprise.”

  Ivy opened her mouth to argue, but Jack cut her off with a firm shake of the head.

  “I’m not done, Ivy,” he said. “I love you. You make me very happy … most of the time. You’re going to have to suck this up and deal with it, though. You caused the situation.”

  “I think I’m going to cry.”

  “Don’t.” Jack wagged his finger. “Get in the shower and get dressed. I’m going to take you to breakfast so we can talk.”

  “I don’t want to talk. Whenever we talk I stick my foot in my mouth.”

  “That’s why you’re funny.” Jack pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You still have to get up. We’re not going to talk about us over breakfast – surprise, surprise – because we’re going to talk about the case. Brian texted he has some information that we’ll both probably want to hear.”

  “Oh.” Ivy bolted to a sitting position. “Why didn’t you say so?”

  “Because I thought it would be more fun to torture you. Now, shower and we’ll head to town. I’ll get you back here in plenty of time to put all of my belongings away. Don’t worry about that.”

  Ivy’s mouth tipped down at the corners. “I’m starting to think you’re a sadist.”

  “I’m starting to think that’s exactly what you deserve.”

  “OH, WELL, you two don’t seem to have any open wounds or anything so I’m guessing the fight didn’t get too rowdy.”

  Brian was all smiles when Ivy and Jack took their seats across from him in one of the diner’s cozy booths an hour later.

  “It wasn’t bad at all,” Jack replied, slinging an arm over Ivy’s shoulders as the waitress approached with a mug of coffee for Jack and a pot of hot water for Ivy’s tea. “We’ll take our usuals.”

  Jack and Ivy ate at the diner so often the wait staff knew what they preferred for every meal.

  “No problem.” The waitress winked at Jack, causing Ivy to roll her eyes as the younger woman sauntered away.

  “I don’t think you’re very funny,” Ivy announced, picking up their argument from earlier as if no time had passed. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re a complete and total tool.”

  Jack snorted, refusing to engage in an argument he didn’t want to waste time on. “I’m fine with that. Speaking of being funny, though, why don’t you tell Brian what you did last night?”

  Ivy rolled her eyes so hard Jack momentarily worried she would topple out of the booth. “I thought you wanted to keep our sexual antics to yourself.”

  “Definitely keep them to yourself,” Brian barked, his cheeks flushing with color. “I don’t want to hear that.”

  “She wasn’t going to tell you anyway,” Jack supplied. “I might tell you – I’m a huge fan of mistletoe for the first time, after all – but she was trying to distract me from telling you about the other thing she did.”

  “Oh, well, this is bound to be good.”

  “It is.” Jack grinned as Ivy shifted on the vinyl seat, her discomfort obvious. “So, I came home last night and found a big pile of boxes and bags waiting for me.”

  “I think it’s nice that you’re already referring to Ivy’s house as your home even though you haven’t proposed yet,” Brian noted.

  “It is his home,” Ivy said. “As for the proposal … we’re not talking about it.”

  “How come?”

  “Because it makes me sad,” Ivy replied, taking on a pitiful expression. “In fact, I’m so sad I’m going to cry the entire day while I’m toiling like a slave putting away Jack’s belongings at home.”

  “Hey, you’re the one who volunteered to do that,” Jack argued, tugging on a strand of Ivy’s hair to get her to look at him. “You’re the one who let yourself into my rental and packed up all my belongings yesterday. You’re the one who moved them.”

  Brian barked out a laugh, delighted. “You’re kidding. That is so … you.”

  Ivy was pretty sure that was supposed to be an insult. “I was trying to do him a favor.”

  “Tell him why you really did it,” Jack prodded.

  “I really did it because I wanted to be able to say we were living together.” Ivy’s voice grew unnaturally shrill. “What are you accusing me of exactly?”

  “Pipe down, whiner,” Jack ordered. “I’m telling this story.” He flashed an impish grin because he was so thoroughly enjoying himself. “She actually did it so she could look for her ring, but Max stopped her. She spouted this hilarious – and long – story last night when I got home.”

  “She sounds like a lot of work,” Brian said.

  “She’s worth it.” Jack lightly knocked his head against Ivy’s to reinforce the fact that he was kidding. “Most of the time.”

  “Oh, you guys are so cute that I want to puke … and I haven’t even eaten yet this morning,” Brian said. “You guys are actually vomit inducing.”

  “Just wait until we’re actually engaged,” Jack said.

  “Whenever that happens,” Ivy muttered.

  “When is that going to happen?” Brian asked, amused despite himself.

  “Never,” Ivy replied. “He’s enjoying torturing me too much to give in.”

  “She’s not wrong.” In truth, Jack knew exactly when he planned to propose. He refused to tell Ivy that, though, because he loved watching her scramble. “So, what did you do with your evening last night, Brian?”

  “I watched A Christmas Story with the wife and ran a few names through the system.”

  “Oh, I love that movie,” Ivy enthused, taking on a far-off expression. “It’s my favorite Christmas movie. Well, that and Elf.”

  Jack cast her a sidelong look. “I didn’t know that. I love both of those movies. We should watch them one day this week.”

  “Sure.” Ivy bobbed her head. “Just as soon as you give me my ring.”

  “I’m not going to let you bully me into giving you that ring,” Jack argued. “Don’t even think I’m going to allow that to happen.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “We will.”

  “Oh, geez.” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “The verbal foreplay is just off the charts today. You guys don’t even care who is sharing oxygen with you, do you?”

  “Not in the least,” Jack replied. “Tell me what you’ve got.”

  “I’ve actually got numerous things,” Brian replied, grabbing a file from the booth seat to his right and handing it to his partner. “I ran all of the names of the part-time workers from the tree lot. I thought that would give us a leg up on the grunt work this morning.”

  “You must’ve found something good to text me before the sun even rises.”

  “Yes, well, I definitely found someth
ing,” Brian said. “I found that ten of the twenty workers have records.”

  Jack stilled, the meaning of Brian’s words washing over him. “What are the odds of that?”

  “A fifty-percent record rate? I don’t know, but I can’t think they’d be high.”

  “Wasn’t Norman Fell a former criminal?” Ivy asked, smiling as the waitress delivered her breakfast and waiting until the woman offered Jack another saucy wink and vacated the area before continuing. “I swear that was a rumor when we were in high school. All of the girls said he was a pervert and he went to prison for having sex with a young girl or something.”

  Jack cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

  Brian shook his head. “The Shadow Lake rumor mill is nothing if not error prone. Norman Fell was in prison for five years. It was for vehicular homicide, though.”

  Ivy wrinkled her nose. “Isn’t that worse? He killed someone.”

  “He was distracted and hit a small child in a crosswalk,” Brian clarified. “It was a tragic accident, but there was hardly malice involved.”

  “Oh.” Ivy felt unbelievably guilty for thinking the worse of Norman throughout the years. “Now I feel bad. I always thought he was a pervert.”

  “And yet you know Jack is a pervert and you can’t get enough of him,” Brian argued.

  “Yes, well, there are different types of perverts.” Ivy dunked her toast into her egg yolk and took a huge bite, thoughtfully chewing and swallowing before speaking again. “What about the guys at the tree lot?”

  “What about them?” Brian asked. “I just told you that fifty percent of them have records.”

  “For what?”

  “Oh, well, a variety of things,” Brian replied. “Most of them are drug charges. You know, running a drug house, intent to distribute, possession, and the like. Two have violent charges, and they’re the ones I want to focus on first.”

  “Which ones?” Jack asked, sliding the orange garnish from his plate to Ivy’s because he knew she would eat it.

  “Matt Bloom and Ricky Hughes,” Brian answered. “One of them cracked a rival over the head with a two-by-four and almost caused the guy to die. The other took a tire iron to a drug exchange and left a guy maimed for life.”

  “They sound like a good place to start,” Jack said. “What about Dorian Jackson?”

  “I knew you were going to ask that,” Brian said. “I saw that coming.”

  “Of course I’m going to ask,” Jack said. “The man could’ve hurt the woman I love.”

  Ivy practically melted at his earnest expression … and then she got irritated. “I hate it when you say stuff like that when I’m supposed to be mad at you. It makes it practically impossible to stay angry.”

  “That’s why I do it.” Jack poked Ivy’s side in teasing, flashing a smile for the returning waitress. “Your name is Dana, right?”

  The waitress nodded eagerly. “You remembered.”

  “I try to never forget a pretty face,” Jack said, causing Ivy to make a low growling sound in the back of her throat.

  “Did you need something?” Dana asked, her expression dreamy.

  “Like what?” Ivy challenged, bristling. “Do you think he needs a date or something?”

  Instead of having the grace to look abashed, Dana merely shrugged. “You’re dating, not married. Until you have a ring on your finger, you’re both open for offers.”

  Ivy’s mouth dropped open as she turned on Jack. “See!”

  Jack pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. “Unbelievable.”

  “You’ve both created an untenable situation and it’s so much fun to watch,” Brian said. “It’s like a Christmas gift picked out especially for me.”

  “You’re a sick, sick man,” Ivy muttered, shaking her head.

  “So, what do you need?” Dana leaned close enough that Jack could see down the front of her uniform, her ample cleavage practically right under his nose.

  “I just wanted some more coffee.” Jack lifted his mug and forced a smile. “I really didn’t mean to set this … um, situation … off.”

  “Oh.” Dana was understandably disappointed. “That’s all?”

  Jack grabbed Ivy’s wrist when she tightened her grip on her butter knife. He doubted his fiery woman could do much damage with such a blunt instrument, but she was clearly at the end of her patience rope. “That’s definitely all.”

  “Okay.” Dana dejectedly shuffled toward the kitchen. “I understand.”

  “And he’s off the market, ring or not,” Ivy called out to the woman’s back. Jack arched an eyebrow when Ivy practically dared him to argue by murdering him with a dark look. “Are you going to debate that fact?”

  “I haven’t decided yet,” Jack replied, unruffled.

  “You debated it with Trevor Denham when he asked if Ivy was open for offers yesterday,” Brian reminded him, causing Ivy to perk up while Jack slid farther down in his seat.

  “Oh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Ivy said. “So … what? You’re still on the market, but I’m not? I guess that explains things.”

  Jack snapped his head in Ivy’s direction. “Don’t even try it. Neither one of us is on the market. I was simply having a bit of fun at your expense. Don’t freak out.”

  “Whatever.” Ivy crossed her arms over her chest. “You said this was going to be a fun breakfast and you totally lied.”

  “I’m sorry.” Jack meant it. “I didn’t realize things would get this out of control.”

  “You know what would fix it?”

  “If you say anything about a ring I’m going to melt down.”

  Ivy tilted her head, considering. “How far will you melt?”

  Jack sighed and tapped the side of Ivy’s plate. “Why don’t you focus on your food so we don’t have to find out?”

  Fourteen

  Ivy spent the morning putting away Jack’s things like she promised – he surprisingly owned very few material items and she had more than enough room without having to dig deep to find closet space – before turning her attention to making a new batch of lotion. She had all the ingredients out and ready before she changed her mind and decided to head to the neighboring town to spend time with her Aunt Felicity.

  Ivy considered keeping her day trip to herself because she knew Jack would balk, but ultimately she gave in and called him because the last thing she wanted was another fight. Jack wasn’t thrilled with her change in plans.

  “Do you absolutely have to do that?”

  “Do you want me to lose my head and do something stupid?” Ivy shot back. “That’s what we’re dealing with here. I’m perfectly fine hanging around at the house by myself when it’s not forced upon me. The second someone tells me what I have to do, I want to do the exact opposite. I can’t help it.”

  Instead of reacting with anger, Jack chuckled. “That is so you.”

  “I know, although … don’t say things like that. Brian said it this morning and I found it annoying.”

  “I never would’ve noticed.” Jack heaved out a sigh and Ivy could hear him cracking his neck on the other side of the call, taking a moment to debate the request. “Okay. Please be careful.”

  “That’s it? You’re not going to fight me on this?”

  “I think I would lose and I’m not your father,” Jack replied. “I want to build a partnership, not a dictatorship. I’m relieved you called to tell me your plans. Thank you for doing that. If you could text me when you get there and when you’re leaving to come home, I would also appreciate that.”

  For some reason, Ivy found Jack’s pragmatic tone grating. “You could’ve yelled a little.”

  Jack snorted. “I see our communication skills still need a bit of work.”

  “Yeah. I guess.”

  “Ivy, I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Jack. I’m never going to be the sort of person who can hide in her house, though. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize for being the woman that I fell in love with,”
Jack chided. “I’m the one who is sorry. This is not how I saw our first Christmas going. We’ll get through it, though. Everything is going to be okay.”

  “I know. Still … do you know what would make it better?”

  “You’re not getting that ring until I say you can have it.”

  “So much for a happy Christmas.”

  “Brian was right about one other thing,” Jack said. “You’re a lot of work. It’s a good thing I love you. Please don’t forget to text me when you get there … and tell Felicity I’m looking forward to seeing her for Christmas Eve dinner.”

  “I will. If you find anything important … .”

  “You’ll be the first one I call. I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

  “I’ll be the one waiting for you and looking forward to it.”

  FELICITY GOODINGS never had children of her own, but she absolutely adored her sister Luna’s children. When Ivy let herself into Felicity’s magic shop in nearby Bellaire shortly after lunch, the self-described witch beamed with delight.

  “There’s my girl. I was wondering if you were going to stop in before Christmas. I thought perhaps you were too busy playing ‘Who’s on the Naughty List’ with Jack.”

  “Ha, ha.” Ivy was used to her aunt’s lack of boundaries so it didn’t really bother her when Felicity took it to a personal level. “You’re such a funny woman.”

  “And you’re in a bad mood.” Felicity poured Ivy a mug of tea and passed it across the counter, tucking a strand of her graying hair behind her ear as she studied her niece. “How are you feeling after what happened at the mall the other day?”

  “You heard about that, huh?”

  “Your mother was upset and I spent the night drinking wine with her,” Felicity replied. “She told me what happened to you and … that only made her more upset.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Yes, but Luna is your mother,” Felicity argued. “You are the daughter. She is supposed to protect you. You reversed the roles when you put her behind the counter to hide and put yourself in danger to protect her. Luna is good at hiding her feelings, but she was shaken. She didn’t let it show in front of you because she thought you were dealing with enough.”

 

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