Soul Weaver by Hailey Edwards

Author:Hailey Edwards [Edwards, Hailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Romance - Paranormal
ISBN: 9781455523467
Published: 2012-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Metallic clangs made Chloe push from the couch and head toward her window. She was expecting Neve to be back in a bit, but the bus stop was a block away and Mr. Johns kept to his schedule like clockwork. That meant whatever the banging noise was, it wasn’t company calling.

The store had an alarm, and Chloe had armed it once Neve closed up for the day. So if someone tried to break in, she’d know about it. Nibbling her bottom lip, she considered her options. It was dark and she was home alone. Would it be so bad to write off the noise and curl back up on the couch?

Another series of clanks and bumps made her mind up for her.

If someone was out there, the last thing Chloe wanted was for Neve to stumble across them. That meant grabbing the flashlight from her nightstand and her dad’s baseball bat from under the bed. Before she talked herself out of it, Chloe armed herself and then crept down the stairs.

Shadows loomed across the stairs and gave her a case of the shivers. Her imagination had always been keen, but thanks to her nightmare man’s additions to her repertoire, she had no trouble imagining all kinds of things lurking in the dark corners of her store.

A flip of her thumb sent a beam of light slashing through the gloom. She tucked the flashlight under one arm while gripping the bat with her hands. Too bad Dad never got around to teaching her how to use it, but the thing was heavy enough to do damage without putting much force behind her swing, and how hard could it be to hit someone if they got close enough for her to use the bat in the first place?

Every creak of the stairs beneath her weight made her palms dampen more. By the time she stepped into the store, Chloe was having trouble keeping the bat from sliding in her hands.

She paused at the register and strained her ears.

Clink. Clank. Clink. A muffled voice, definitely male, muttered, “Damn it.”

Inching to the nearest window, Chloe peeled aside the blinds and peeked into the alley behind the store. A tripod flashlight reflected off the air-conditioning units and the broad back of the man hunched over them. A man who glanced up as she was wondering whether recognizing someone based on the fit of his jeans was the hallmark of further mental deterioration or sexual deprivation.

The culprit lifted his wrench in greeting.

The bat slid in her fingers, and this time she let it hit the floor. “Nathaniel.”

He was sneaking around under the cover of darkness to… fix her air conditioner?

Crap. He must have felt guilty after the way she snapped at him earlier. The way to her heart was definitely through her store, but she couldn’t let him do the work without compensation. There was nothing for it. She had to swallow her pride, make amends, and pick up the tab.

Darting behind the register, she flipped the switch on the back wall.

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