A Dash of Destiny by Michelle M. Pillow

Author:Michelle M. Pillow [Pillow®, Michelle M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Raven Books LLC

Chapter Twelve

Jennifer more than “liked” Rory. Liked seemed too tame of a word. When it came to Rory, her emotions ran hot—rage and lust. Neither state of being lent itself to rational decision making. Until she dropped that knife on the driveway, anger had been winning. Now with it dissipated, passion took over.

The world no longer made sense. Before Rory, she’d settled into a mundane routine of survival. She worked to pay bills. She paid bills to live. She lived to work so she could afford to pay bills. Round and round it went—paycheck to paycheck. Jennifer focused on what needed to be done right in front of her. In that way, her world had become very, very small.

Rory’s world was enormous. Family money clearly took away the live-work-bill cycle, but it was more than that. He had different responsibilities. He had family and magick and gremians to worry over. After seeing those hideous creatures, she wondered what else was out in the woods that she didn’t know about. The possibilities seemed endless.

“Why are ya looking at me like that?” Rory stood in front of the bedroom door. The polished wood contrasted the white of the walls. That single bedroom was bigger than her entire trailer. A private bathroom could be seen in through the shadows of an opened door. The overhead lights’ low-watt bulbs added to the intimacy, which would only be romantically outdone if he lit the fireplace.

The mattress was high off the ground, and she had to give a little hop to sit on the foot of his bed. “You don’t find it weird that your parents live in the same house as you?”

He shook his head. “Why would I? Many extended families live together.”

“I meant when you bring women home.” Jennifer gave a nervous laugh.

“I don’t generally bring women home,” he said.

“I wasn’t fishing about your dating life.” Even so, Jennifer liked hearing he wasn’t in the habit of entertaining women in his bedroom.

“Fish all ya like, love.” He grinned, closing the distance between them. His voice dipped with meaning. “I’m sure you’ll catch something.”

Jennifer’s tone matched his. “I don’t think that’s as seductive as you think it is.”

His smile didn’t falter. The man did not lack in confidence. He traced the tip of his finger along her jaw.

Jennifer felt a shiver work its way over her. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll try to hurt you again?”

Rory leaned in and shook his head in denial. His eyes stared intently into hers. “I’m more afraid of what will happen if I don’t kiss ya again.”

“That sounds like a line,” she whispered.

“It is,” he agreed. “Is it working?”

Jennifer nodded. It was working. She wanted to kiss him again.

No, she needed to kiss him again.

At first, the depth of her desire frightened her, and she worried that it might be like the anger—something put inside her by magickal forces.

And yet, this felt different. When he touched her, she felt every nerve stand at attention. Her skin tingled with anticipation. All

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