The Kraken in Love by Abbie McAnn

Author:Abbie McAnn
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-04-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The moment Kate’s eyes opened, she knew that something was different. For one, she was freezing.

Her room was always a little bit colder than she would like it to be, which is why every night she bundled up in wool socks, sweats, a sweatshirt, and two down comforters. But even with all that, it was cold. And she didn’t just mean that as a Nevadan in a cooler climate. Kate was used to it getting cold at night because that’s what deserts do. But the cold she was used to was very dry since there was little humidity.

This was different. Right now, Kate felt like she was chilled to her bones.

It was an exercise of great self-control to get out of bed. If she could’ve, she would have stayed there forever.

The sun was just starting to rise over the horizon. Kate yawned and wrapped one of the comforters around her. Even through her thick socks, she could still feel the chill of the wood floor.

What kind of sick bastard puts a hardwood floor in a bedroom?

She silently cursed out the architect, the interior designer, and the recently deceased John (may he rest in peace) as she walked over to the bedroom window.

“Ah, shit,” Kate said, before not-so-silently cursing some more.

She didn’t even bother getting dressed for the day. She would have to at some point soon, but she was too cold and frustrated to think about it now.

When she opened her bedroom door, she was immediately hit by a wall of heat. An automatic sigh of relief left her. She hugged the blanket tighter around herself and ran down the grand staircase to find the source.

It was immediately obvious when she got to the living room. There was a huge fire blazing in the fireplace. She plopped herself right down on the hearth to soak up its heat.

Someone chuckled from behind her, giving her a small heart attack.

“Sam!” Kate said, clutching her poor racing heart. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Sorry,” Sam said, though he didn’t sound very sorry. Sorry people normally don’t keep laughing.

She looked over her shoulder towards his oversized couch. Sure enough, there were Sam’s entrancing eyes staring back at her. For the millionth time, she wondered what the rest of him looked like. Not a general outline or a super quick glance, but a complete image of her him. She would give anything to know what his expression looked like just now when he laughed.

She could only imagine the way his face lit up with laughter. The pure emotion hit his eyes and she was at least able to see a reflection of it in them.

Did John make you hide? Is that why you won’t let me see you?

It was a fleeting thought, one she quickly forgot when she noticed the book sitting on Sam’s sofa.

She squinted her eyes, dying to know what he was reading. Was it one of those romance books? Had Sam been sitting down here reading Jane Eyre or The Notebook?

She was too far away to get a good look at it.

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