Casting Dreams by J.L. Weil

Author:J.L. Weil [Weil, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Magick Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I was feeling the height of bitchiness.

Damn Conner.

Damn the wolf.

Damn them both to hell.

He didn’t want me meddling in his life. He didn’t want me kissing him, distracting him. He didn’t want me to get hurt. The list of didn’t wants went on.

And my insomnia returned, the root of my bad attitude. As usual, Conner was to blame, but this time it wasn’t a dream. It was five in the morning on a Saturday. I should be sleeping in, getting my beauty rest, instead of cursing Conner with every creative swear word I could come up with. It beat counting sheep.

I crossed over to the terrace and threw open the French doors, letting in the crisp morning air. I took a deep breath of dawn as the sun took its first peek over the horizon.

There was something peaceful about waking before any life stirred. Nothing seemed to move. Too bad I wasn’t a morning person. What I needed was a pot of strong coffee and a long run.

I left the doors open as I walked back into the bedroom. From the silver box on my dresser, I plucked out a hair tie and secured my hair into a ponytail. Shedding my pajamas for yoga pants and a half-zipped hoodie, I laced up my sneakers, stuck in my earbuds and turned up some “Eye of the Tiger” to get me in the mood.

Locking up the house, I started down my usual path. I needed a run, an outlet to burn this excess energy without anyone getting hurt.

I followed the path that went into town, taking the scenic route toward the coast. Springtime in Kenmare was something straight out of HGTV. The trees budded and flowers blossomed, scenting the air. Halfway through the second mile, I was feeling a hundred times better. My feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm as I inhaled the ocean air.

I passed by the lighthouse, a lovely little corner, ringed by water. God, I adored living here. Loved the people, the small town, the water, and even the persnickety little old ladies with nothing better to do than talk about my pathetic dating life.

I’d given them quite a lot to talk about in the last week. And things were just getting started. Kenmare was about to be bubbling about the local gypsy and the death of Conner, unless a miracle happened.

As I rounded the corner, I was in my grove, mouthing the words to “Brass Monkey” when I collided into something…or someone. At least I wasn’t carrying tea this time.

My hands flattened on a firm chest. My face was tilted downward, and I stared at a nice-looking plaid shirt. I tilted my head back, almost expecting to see a startling pair of mischievous aqua eyes. Disappointment sank, regardless that I was irritated with Conner at the moment.

Sean Brady. Local veterinarian tech, and my would-be boyfriend, if only I’d ever agree to go out with him.

I ripped out my earbuds, taking a moment to catch my breath.

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