AWAKENING by JK Cooper

Author:JK Cooper [Cooper, JK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JK Cooper
Published: 2018-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

The next day, Shelby woke to the sound of banging. Through a mess of bedhead-hair, she squinted at the clock on her nightstand. The green digits read 7:34. In the A.M.! Disbelieving her clock, she checked her phone. I hate you, she thought to her phone when it confirmed the clock’s report. More banging. Hammers. Might as well have been a firework show right in her front yard. Her dad was up tinkering—building or destroying something, she couldn’t tell. But she only had so many days of her summer left! And it’s Saturday. Couldn’t he wait until at least nine? Or noon!

She rolled onto her stomach and pulled the pillow over her head. The fireworks kept right on exploding, rudely piercing her fluffy sound barrier.

“Kill me,” she moaned.

Then she heard voices. Was that laughing? Coming from outside the house? This was too much. How dare anyone have any joy before 9:00 A.M.! She stumbled from her bed with her eyes no more than angry slits, fumbled for the lock on her French doors, and stomped, with righteous indignation, onto the balcony that overlooked the front yard.

“Dad! It’s Saturday! What the—” Her heart palpitated. Was that Kale? With her dad? Swinging a hammer in a sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his body? She blinked the sleep away. It was Kale! His Raptor sat in the dirt driveway with new tires—already?—shaded by the beards of moss hanging from the sprawling trees. Suddenly, she was wide awake, and the rabble of butterflies in her chest warmed her, lighting their own fireworks inside her. She felt lighter.

“Morning, Shel,” Grant said, looking up at her.

Kale raised his head, killed her with that smile and single dimple, then turned away quickly.

“So, you decided to repair the porch steps at 7:30? In the morning?” Shelby asked. She tried to sound mad, but her words came out sickeningly gleeful. She couldn’t help it.

“Kale is repenting for having you home late,” her dad said.

“Yep,” Kale said, squinting up at her then again quickly averting his eyes. Why was he acting like that? She felt his—was it embarrassment? Yes, but he also felt a thrill of some kind. She’d eventually have to get used to this connection thing between them, whatever it was. Werewolf stuff was so weird.

“Hey, Shel,” her dad said, holding a crow bar while Kale busied himself, obviously keeping his eyes from her. “Think you could put some clothes on? Kale here is having a hard time.”

What? Oh. Right. She’d slept in a tank top and panties. Black panties. Trim black panties. Some might have said sexy black panties. Shelby squealed and ran back inside, hands cupping her face, hoping to make the world vanish. Then, she heard Grant laugh. And then Kale!

“I hate you both!” she yelled from her room through the open French doors. But seeing Kale swing a hammer, all hot and sweaty . . . why did all the clichés have to be true? Seriously, why? His shoulders seemed broader and waist narrower with

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