Haunted on Bourbon Street (The Jade Calhoun Series Book 1) by Deanna Chase

Author:Deanna Chase [Chase, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Bayou Moon Publishing
Published: 2013-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

A minute later I burst through the apartment door and found Pyper sprawled out on the floor. Falling to my knees by her side, I placed my palm on her chest. My hand rose as she took in a breath. The dread in my gut eased slightly.

“Thank God. Pyper? Can you hear me?” She didn’t move as I smoothed her hair back from her closed eyes. Her skin burned. I ran for a cold wet cloth. Once I started to mop her brow, her eyes flickered open.

“There you are,” I said. “Welcome back.”

“Jade.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Is he still here?”

“Who? Kane?” My voice was low and I hoped calming, though my heart was beating hard enough to leap right out of my chest.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her temples.

“It’s all right now. Shhh. It’s all right.” I moved to cradle her head in my lap and stroked her hair.

Pyper’s breath came short with silent sobs. She turned her face into my shirt and held on while her body shook. I continued to whisper soothing words until finally she stopped and was silent.

A muffled sound came from her buried face.

“Hmmm?” I said.

“Thank you,” she said in a hoarse voice. She sat up across from me.

I handed her the cloth and gave her a small smile. “No thanks needed. It’s what friends do.”

She tried to smile back but failed, turning her head toward the window.

I got up and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t notice the shaking until I grabbed the tea kettle. After filling it and placing it on the burner, I ran my still shaking hands over my arms. Pyper wasn’t the type of person to break down. I didn’t think anything else could unnerve me more. Searching through the cupboards, I found a new bag of mint Milano cookies. After arranging the cookies on a plate, I set it on a tray along with the tea and headed back into the living room. Pyper sat curled up at the end of the couch.

I set the tray down and handed her a mug. “Here, drink this.”

She took the mug but neglected to take a sip and stared into the contents. After a few moments, I held out a cookie. “This might help.”

She glanced up but sat unmoving.

“If you don’t want it, I’m eating it. This is not the time to turn down chocolate.”

She made a move for it, but I bit into it before she could grab it.

“Bitch,” she said, but it lacked any heat.

I smiled sweetly and handed her another from the tray. She took it before I could snatch it back, and we nibbled the cookies in silence for a few minutes. Finally, I asked, “If you weren’t asking about Kane, who were you asking about?”

She ran her fingers along the rim of her cup then looked up meeting my eyes. “The man I’ve been dreaming about.”

My head jerked back, causing me to spill my tea. “Shit!” I tried to mop it up with a napkin, but a small dark spot stained the cream sofa.

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