‘I work on both, but I’d rather sail.’
I reached across and patted his arm. ‘Look on the bright side. You can’t get fired.’He didn’t seem entirely appeased.
I flicked on the indicator to turn right. A heartbeat later, I changed my mind. ‘Do you see that?’ I said.‘See what?’ Winter grunted. His former life was probably still passing in front of his eyes.‘That building in front of us. It’s pretty swanky, right?’
He glanced over. ‘I suppose.’‘And it looks new?’
Winter peered more closely out of the window. ‘Yes.’
I grinned. ‘Raphael Winter, you are a very lucky man. If I weren’t such a conscientious witch, we’d still be up the creek without a paddle. I’ve just found us a boat engine. If Mahomet won’t come to the mountain…’I stared at him then I began to turn away. Sod this malarkey.
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘You mean here as in this place. Whatever it is. I’m looking for you because Clare Rees wants you to know that the rest of her coven have appeared.’I spun back round then immediately regretted it as I almost toppled over. I definitely needed a holiday to regain my equilibrium. I’d had three days’ hard graft. That was more than enough for this month. Or this year.
‘Ivy!’ Winter called from the car. He tapped his watch and I nodded to show I understood.‘Give me a minute. Can you pay for the petrol? I need to talk to this guy.’ I gestured at the overdressed spectre.