Striking by Lila Felix & Rachel Higginson

Author:Lila Felix & Rachel Higginson [Felix, Lila & Higginson, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Cami

I had just brushed my teeth and washed my face when a knock on my window had me jumping out of my skin and biting back a horror-movie worthy scream. My heart hammered in my chest and goose bumps rose all over my almost naked skin.

Then the knock sounded again, gentler this time and in a rhythmic pattern.

And even though I sucked in a painful pull of air I knew two things. One, there was a person on the other side of my window- I highly doubted Sasquatch would politely knock on my window if he was coming to drag my body back to his cave and enslave me. And two, I’d never seen an episode of CSI: Miami in which the serial killer knocked first before filleting and then gutting their victims. Well, unless it was someone they knew and it was a crime of passion. Thankfully, I didn’t know anyone down here that would want me dead.

At least, I didn’t think so.

With careful, slow, stealth like ninja moves, I lifted the shade over the window and pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t scream needlessly. Stockton’s shaved head flickered in the moonlight and I let out a whoosh of relief.

Then I realized I wasn’t wearing any pants.

I slammed the shade down and leapt over to the dresser that came with the room. I yanked out some shorts and stumbled into them before sprinting back to the window. By the time I lifted the shade again, Stockton was halfway across the yard- walking back to his truck.

What was that silly boy doing?

I yanked up the window as noiselessly as I could and did my best whisper call. “Psst. Stockton! Psst!”

He glanced over his shoulder and shot me a confused look I could only make out because of the clear night and bright moonlight.

“What are you doing?” he whispered at me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered back on a laugh.

He sauntered back over to me, carrying one of those bar stools from his work shop on his shoulder like it was a two by four and he was a lumberjack. His enlarged left bicep was flexed in that position, and I closed my mouth to keep drool from running down my chin. How could something as odd as an extra-large arm muscle be so sexy? That just didn’t seem fair.

When he reached my window he plopped the stool down and then fell back on it with a kind of manly grace. He gave me a lopsided grin and seemed to be settling in for the long hall.

“I thought you took one look at me and ran for the hills,” he drawled.

“I took one look at you and realized I was half naked.” I recognized I was still kind of naked and crossed my arms over my chest. What was he thinking just showing up here? A girl needed time to prepare for these kinds of events. I wasn’t even wearing any makeup.

Stockton’s eyes heated to deep, endless pools of something that made me all shivery and hyperaware of everything he was doing.

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