Whispers at Moonrise by C. C. Hunter

Author:C. C. Hunter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Kylie turned in her chair and faced a puzzled-looking Lucas. He wore a pair of black jeans and a solid light blue T-shirt. The shirt fit just tight enough that she knew his abs could compete with Zac’s.

He continued to stare. “Did you just say—?”

“It was … a spell gone bad. I zapped a guy here for a couple of seconds.” Normally, she’d be blushing, but her emotional dilemma with him chased away the embarrassment.

She stood. She felt antsy just sitting there. Her chest swelled with both joy at seeing him, and angst over her unresolved anger toward him. She wanted to kiss him, but she also wanted to let it all out and cry.

“Oh.” He looked pointedly at Della and Miranda. Before he put the question into words, they got up—Miranda moved nonchalantly, Della’s stance exuded a bad attitude.

“We’ll be on the porch.” The vamp’s tone matched her body language.

“Thanks.” While Kylie hadn’t confided her most recent misgivings about Lucas to them, she knew they suspected. Just like she knew what went on in their lives. She watched as her two best friends left to give her privacy.

Kylie’s gaze stayed fixed on Lucas and his deep blue eyes stayed on her until the door closed. She turned and faced the refrigerator and tried to decide how she felt … besides hurt. Just to give herself something to do, she opened the appliance.

“You want something to drink?” she asked, not that there was anything but pickle juice in an otherwise empty jar of pickles and a bottle of Della’s blood.

“I texted you three times and e-mailed and you haven’t responded.” He sounded hurt.

Closing her eyes, she tried to push away the wiggle of guilt tightening her stomach. “I haven’t checked my e-mail.” She shut the fridge and moved over to the computer desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Checking my e-mail. You said you e-mailed me.” It sounded stupid. Okay, it didn’t just sound stupid, it was stupid, but she needed a few minutes to think.

Was she wrong to be angry?

Or right?

She dropped into the chair. With the computer on, it took one mouse click to land on her e-mail. One downward scan of her eyes to see Lucas’s name.

The subject on all three of his e-mails was the same: miss you.

A knot formed in her throat.

“Are you mad at me for something?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her gaze moved back to the screen and it felt as if her heart started swelling—big, then bigger—until it felt as if it was outgrowing her chest. The ache was real and made it hard to breathe.

She swallowed. “No.”

“Is it yes or no? Are you mad or not?” He sounded hurt. Or angry. Maybe both.

She closed her eyes and while she didn’t hear him, she sensed he’d moved closer. His scent, a wonderfully earthy smell, seemed to take up residence in her cabin.

She inhaled. “Maybe.”

“Hmm.” He did indeed sound closer. Too close. Right behind her close. Touchable close.

As tempting as it was to turn around, she didn’t.

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