Blackwater by Tara Brown

Author:Tara Brown [Brown, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-03-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Staying in a motel is annoying. Not as annoying as the general contractors I've met with. Being home is a horrid haunting feeling. I swear at every moment I can feel Whit's eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eye I swear I see movement. My hair on my arm raises. I should have picked somewhere else to meet with the contractors. Sitting in the window of the coffee shop with Luke, the contractor I'm gonna hire, feels too vulnerable. There are windows straight across the entire front wall. I ignore the feeling and look back at Luke. He makes me smile. I am definitely hiring him. Partly because he is sexy and partly because he restored an old house a few streets over from mine, and he did a great job. He has the pictures spread across the wooden table. I glance over them and force my brain to focus on the moldings and finery.

"Well this is some work, Luke." I mutter.

He grins and I try not to let my mouth water. I force my eyes back to the windows.

The parking lot is dark but I swear I see his dark eyes through the window. I'm determined to still hate him. Even though holding a grudge goes against my natural instincts and loving him is the easiest thing I have ever done. No, I have hated him for almost fifty years; I can easily eek out another fifty.

I reach my hands across the table and hold Luke's. I see the way he swallows hard and stutters. He is so cute.

"Lorelei…uhm…Miss Huntington…anyway…I don’t…uhm…what was I saying?" His accent is from Tennessee. It's adorable. He has dark-blue eyes and dark hair. His smile is sweet and I can't help but toy with him. Touching him makes me hungry.

I smile, "I think you were saying the original staircase is gonna have to go."

He wipes the sweat from his suddenly damp brow and nods, "Right. Yes ma'am. The whole staircase and all the window wells. There is almost nothing salvageable. That house is as ugly as homemade sin right now. But I can make her a real beauty again. I didn’t think anyone would want to fix that old place up, not after the…well…you…know?"

I shake my head, "I don’t really. Tessa is my…uhm great aunt. She is loony. She never spoke of it much."

His eyes grow wide as he leans in, like we're gonna share us a secret. "They say that back in the sixties, your family had this party. Your great aunt I guess?"

I nod, "I'm named after her." I should have chosen a different name. I'm a dummy.

"Well, she was marrying the governor's nephew. The party was huge and some bad voodoo priests came and sacrificed the family. The house is haunted as shit. My men ain't even gonna be happy about working there." He looks around and whispers even more quietly, "Some people say that the ones who died burned in the house in the west wing. It was an accident and all, but the others say it was voodoo.

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