Inheritance: (A New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Heart Lines Series Book 2) by Heather Hildenbrand

Author:Heather Hildenbrand [Hildenbrand, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Heather Hildenbrand, LLC
Published: 2017-03-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Sam

Alex didn’t try to talk to me on the drive to Kiwi’s. I couldn’t help the small wave of smug satisfaction over that. When my memory had been restored, so had all of my “Old Sam” skills—one of my favorites being handling cocky-yet-attractive guys who assumed too much.

Alex Channing was definitely one of those. In fact, in the category of large egos combined with a healthy helping of charm, Alex Channing was the king. I knew full well Edie had put him up to coming back here with me. What I couldn’t understand was how he thought hitting on me in the process would help anything. Mostly, I was glad that he didn’t scare me like he used to. I still shook when he was around, but it wasn’t out of fear.

I’d gone inside to pack, hoping to talk to Brittany about it. If anyone would know how to handle a guy like Alex, it was Brittany. But she hadn’t arrived back from Christmas vacation yet. I’d tried calling her while I threw clothes in a bag, but it had gone to voice mail.

So, instead, I’d summoned all of the skills in “Old Sam’s” arsenal. It hadn’t been difficult with my memory intact. I’d given myself lots of practice throughout high school. In fact, I’d eaten guys like Alex for breakfast back then. I’d play his little game—and I’d do it better.

It was almost too easy.

When I’d winked, I’d thought he was going to lose it right there. I hated the way he always seemed so in control, especially when he was hurting me. It had been nice to see him thrown off balance for a change.

“This is it,” I said, pointing at the turn hidden by low-hanging branches and overgrown hedges. Alex followed my instructions without a word.

Still speechless, apparently. Old Sam really knew how to handle herself. And even though I was glad she was back, a tiny seedling of guilt bloomed, crowding out my satisfaction. For a moment, he’d actually looked pained. But then it disappeared, replaced by irritation, and I reminded myself Alex was only here for his own reasons; whatever they happened to be.

A few minutes later, Alex pulled up the drive and the familiarity of the short, winding road cleared my head. The moon was overshadowed by clouds tonight, but even so, I could make out the potted aloe plants dotting the stone walkway that led to Kiwi’s front door. Solar lights glowed dimly from the flower beds, washing the mulch and succulents in a lunar-like glow. Kiwi’s old Volkswagen was parked along the side, its faded yellow paint looking almost brown in the darkness.

Alex parked and we got out. “Nice wheels. How come you don’t drive that?” Alex asked, pointing to the Beetle.

I shook my head, imagining how my thin excuse would go over now. I hadn’t asked Kiwi to borrow it before because I hadn’t wanted to explain to her how bad my fears had gotten. Not to mention the detail about werewolves trying to kill me every time I walked home from work.

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