(Mis)fortune by Melissa Haag

Author:Melissa Haag [Haag, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780988852327
Google: TQzUBQAAQBAJ
Publisher: Melissa Haag
Published: 2013-04-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

When the boys stumbled into the kitchen and saw me blurry-eyed, leaning over a piece of paper covered with scribbled notes, they froze. The tablet had taken some getting used to. Despite the learning curve, I felt I had enough research on the paper to warrant a plausible explanation of my impending prediction.

Pushing away from the island, I stood with a wilted smile and asked what they wanted for breakfast. A tap at the door delayed their response.

Emmitt swept open the door without waiting for an answer. Jim stepped in just enough for my brothers to see him.

“Come on, boys,” Jim waved them to the door. “Eggs, bacon, potato pancakes and orange juice are waiting.” Still in their pajamas, the boys ran out the door with Jim close on their heels. The three of them created a thumping racket on the steps.

Emmitt stood by the door, studying me. “You didn’t sleep.” Disapproval laced his words. His eyes drifted to the tablet and then the piece of paper.

I blinked at him stupidly, my brain replaced with fuzz. What had he expected when he handed me a cool new toy two hours before midnight? Of course, I stayed up to play with it. My eyes followed his to the paper. And I did some darn good work, too.

His movement interrupted my drifting thoughts. Two strides brought him across the room. A twist and lift had me up in his arms before I could squeal. He marched me to the bedroom, set me gently on the bed, and pulled a sheet up to cover me.

I didn’t fight it much. Having the bed to myself felt lovely. I forced a weak protest for appearance’ sake. “But I have stock information for Nana’s friend.”

“It can wait until you’ve slept a bit.” He hung a blanket over the blinds to keep out all light.

“But...”

“Sleep, Michelle. I’ll be listening.” He closed the door.

My lips twitched in the dark. Plan perfectly executed.

* * * *

The ticker tape woke me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I threw back the sheet and got out of bed. The still, warm air in the room left me feeling hot and sticky. Grumbling about stocks and lack of rain, I grabbed a change of clothes and stumbled to the bathroom.

As I showered on autopilot, I focused on the information playing in my mind and struggled to recall the closing rate from my research. Nothing came to mind. A seed of doubt sprouted. I rinsed, shut off the shower, and pulled on clothes while still partially wet. Why couldn’t I remember?

Hair dripping onto my shirt, I yanked open the bathroom door and flew to the island. My eyes devoured the notes. I pulled the paper closer, my brain denying what my eyes saw.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I whispered fiercely. I’d stayed up all night. And for what? Some unknown entity to pop into my head. What did I need to do to catch a freak’n break?

I crumpled up the paper and threw the ball out the open French doors, watching it sail over the railing.

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