Always You by Roxie Noir

Author:Roxie Noir [Noir, Roxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Trent

I stop dead in my tracks, lips on the soft, luscious skin of Darcy’s neck. I can feel her heart beating a million miles a minute, her voice vibrating through me.

“What?” I ask, letting my mouth brush her, and it works. Her hands tighten on me, and I’m rewarded with a wave of goosebumps on her neck.

I lick it, slowly, and I’m rewarded with another wave. Jesus, I could do this all night.

“Cops,” she whispers. “I think they’re—”

Darcy’s cut off by the unmistakable sound of a big wooden door opening and a man’s voice saying something, mid-sentence.

“—kids again, just do this and we’ll be back in a jiff,” the voice says at a conversational level.

“They never learn, do they?” a woman’s voice asks.

The man clears his throat loudly.

“ALL RIGHT, PLEASE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS RAISED, YOU’RE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY WHICH IS AN ARRESTABLE OFFENSE IN THE STATE OF WASHINGTON. THIS IS THE PONDEROSA COUNTY SHERIFF’S OFFICE.”

“Oh fuck,” Darcy breathes.

We’re still tangled together, and even though I know that getting arrested would be an absolute fucking disaster for me and by extension the band, I almost don’t care. I just want them to fucking turn around and leave, because this feels like goddamn heaven and because there’s a part of me that’s afraid Darcy will back out again.

“Trent, you can’t get arrested,” she whispers, telling me something I absolutely already know.

I don’t move. I hardly breathe, keeping her wrapped tight in my arms, trying to figure a way out but just looping back again and again to Darcy’s mouth on mine. The noise she made, her goosebumps under my lips.

“Shhh,” I say, hoping that maybe if we stay perfectly silent right here, they’ll decide it’s nothing and just leave.

But Darcy shakes her head against my chest and pulls away, grabbing my hand. She glances over her shoulder at the door, and the sudden cool air against my front shakes me out of my reverie.

Dammit.

“Come on,” she whispers, squeezing my hand in hers.

Down below I can hear the two cops talking to each other as they move around the first floor.

“They’ll hear us,” I point out.

“Trent, they’ll find us if we stay here,” she murmurs. “And you know exactly what’s going to happen then and I’m not about to let Gavin murder me because I let you get your third strike for fucking ghost hunting.”

The officers downstairs are still clearing rooms, their voices echoing dully. Darcy’s eyes are steel, her voice sharp and protective and fierce and that’s what finally shakes me out of my reverie and into reality.

And in reality, she’s right: I can’t get arrested. I don’t even want these cops running my record, because they’re not likely to let me go afterward.

“Be quiet. Walk as close to the walls as you can, the floorboards are usually sturdier there. Whatever happens, just keep moving,” she says, her voice rushed and quiet as she pulls on my hand, leading me away from the staircase.

“We might draw more attention to ourselves by jumping out a window,” I point out.

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