A Moment for Tara by Tamar Sloan

Author:Tamar Sloan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: love, paranormal, werewolf, werewolves, teen love, must read, romance series, romance sweet, romance teens, epic love

Chapter Seven

Didn't See That Coming

The following day is painted by normal. Classes, joking through recess, classes, laughing through lunch. At the end of the day we take our usual scenic route home from school — Noah and Mitch heading home via Wilmot. It’s funny how we’ve never thought of it as them dropping me off. Maybe because if the roles were reversed, I never would have blinked at doing it for them.

There’s the usual talk in the car. I turn to Mitch, who’s driving. “I considered oiling Mr. Dougherty’s joints today.”

Mitch grins. “Do you think his social security number is in the single digits?”

“He could probably tell us what Gandalf looks like without a beard.”

Mitch chuckles, the rich sound a feather stroke down my spine.

But the moment you look beneath our routine, standard banter you see that nothing’s normal. Not for the first time today I ‘accidentally’ brush Mitch’s arm. There’s an intake of breath, I’m not really sure if it’s mine or his, but it doesn’t really matter. For the millionth time today my eyes find his and I drown in deepwater blue in the space of a heartbeat. So much emotion is swirling in there, layers of meaning. Mitch drags his eyes away and focuses on the road, thankfully one of us is concentrating on not killing us.

But it still takes me another five heartbeats to look away. Since THE kiss his lips are a magnet for my focus. His hair one of the many sensations I want to feel again.

I turn to look back at Noah — whose voice has been missing in the to-ing and fro-ing — to find he’s looking out the window, our standard banter has pretty much hit the shield that now surrounds him and slid to the ground. The fact that Mr. I-Never-Miss-A-Thing hasn’t commented on the chemistry that practically arcs every time Mitch and I blink says everything that’s not being said.

Because Noah isn’t just lost out the car window, Noah is wandering, floundering.

I glance back at Mitch to find his lips are tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel. This time when my hand touches his arm it’s deliberate. He glances at me as he clasps my hand for the briefest second. An image of him lifting my hand, his lips brushing my knuckles, flashes through my mind and I wonder if it’s my wish or his.

When we see the sign — the foreboding words FOR SALE sliced over by even more frightening words UNDER OFFER — the three of us move in unison. Noah straightens, the car slows as Mitch’s foot lifts off the gas, and I frown. It’s an unspoken agreement that we’ll pull in even though there’s so little we can do.

Rather than pulling over just off the highway Mitch takes the track into the forest, following it until it ends at a wall of trees. We climb out, and Noah stretches. “I’ll look around to see if I can find any tracks that might give us some info.

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