Fury of Seduction (Dragonfury Series #3) by Callahan Coreene

Author:Callahan, Coreene [Callahan, Coreene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2012-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Weak sunlight broke through the cloud cover, caressing the tops of J.J.’s shoulders. The beginnings of a new melody flitted through her mind. The chorus had a one-two beat. The main instrument? An acoustic guitar. It always happened that way. The drums came first, gifting her with the rhythm before the musical layers filtered in to take shape and form. Eventually it would become what it was meant to be...a song, complete with lyrics. The ones she scribbled down inside the notebook she kept stashed under the mattress inside her cell. Getting to that point might take her fifteen minutes or a few days, but...

Eventually. The piece would come together. A beautiful marriage of rhythm and music notes. Something she could sing while lying in her bunk at night, listening to the prison whisper around her. Soft comfort in a harsh place.

Tania called her gift for music genius. Marveling at her ability to pick up any instrument and learn how to play it in less than two weeks. J.J. didn’t agree. Her talent was nothing special. Just more normal in a life filled with routine. Ho-hum at best, but at least her songs kept her company.

Humming the tune, J.J. tipped her face up toward the sun. Meager warmth caressed her skin, tempting her to stop, stand still, and soak up more. She kept moving instead, the soles of her shoes scuffing against worn pavement, walking the fence’s perimeter, chain link topped by barbed wire to her left, the wide-open expanse of the prison yard to her right. Day in. Day out. It was always the same. She stuck to her chosen path, to the regular routine that sustained her.

Today, though, it wasn’t about survival. Or her self-imposed exile into the land of loneliness. It was about strategy. About preparing for what was to come.

Excitement prickled through her. Nervousness tempered it, spinning hope toward caution. She couldn’t afford to mess up. But neither could she wish too hard. Danger lay in that direction. Disappointment the main dish at the dinner table called life.

Burrowing deeper into her prison-issue jacket, J.J. kept walking, each of her strides eating the ground, covering the distance. Round and round she went, one lap turning into another. Guitar notes and drumbeats melding, her mind flipped through the possibilities. All the likely questions the parole board would ask. And how she would answer each one.

She finished her fifth circuit, ignoring the desolate gray of the fenced-in area. Huddled together, inmates stood in the middle of the large yard, hands buried in their coat pockets, wool toques on their heads to ward off the chill. Their voices rose and collided, sounding more like birds chattering than grown women talking. The mental snapshot made J.J. picture a flock of flamingos standing one-legged in a pond. The noisy result would be about the same. Clusters of birds clucking versus groups of women chatting. The only real difference? Color, and the fact flamingos were free to fly away.

Anytime they wanted.

Nodding to a cluster of friendlies, J.

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