Watcher (The Shining Ones Book 1) by Shawnee Small

Author:Shawnee Small [Small, Shawnee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Small Book Press
Published: 2012-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

9

I woke up the next morning alone. It was an odd feeling, and at first I couldn’t quite make out what was wrong with the picture. I was in bed, warm, stretching my arms and legs. Everything seemed in place. It was my day off, so I was in no rush. Then it hit me. No warm fuzzy dent up against my side, no thumping tail on the bed. Daisy was missing. I started to fling back the covers, my heart in a panic, when the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in under the bedroom door‌–‌and then the second realization came.

Adam was still here.

I got up and pulled a pair of clean sweatpants and a T-shirt out of my dresser. A vague moment of unease passed through me when I thought about Adam being in my room as I slept soundlessly, completely oblivious to his presence, but the thought was fleeting. I grabbed a stretchy headband off the top of the dresser and wrapped it around my head. With headband in place, clean clothes on, and a quick peek in the mirror for eye crust, I was ready to face whatever was on the other side of the door. I strolled out of the bedroom.

Adam had obviously been home to change and shower while I slept in the other room. His hair was still slightly damp but had that I-could-be-in-a-fashion-mag look. He wore a long-sleeved, off-white shirt under another cashmere V-neck sweater‌—‌a chocolate-brown one this time. I watched him rinsing dishes in my kitchen sink, his shirt rolled up into cuffs at his elbows, the back of his hair just barely touching the collar of his shirt. I sighed. A supernatural creature who did dishes.

“Hey,” I said from the hallway, stopping a couple of feet from the counter to lean up against the wall and look at him. “How long have you been up?”

“A while,” he said, smiling as he dried his hands before pouring me a cup of hot coffee. The smell was intoxicating.

“Thanks.” I inhaled once more for good measure before taking a sip. I could feel the caffeine working its way through my veins. Perfect.

“What’s that smell?” I asked. Placing my coffee on the counter, I walked over to the oven, opening the door. The smell of a bacon quiche crept out, and my stomach growled loudly.

“You made a quiche?” I asked in disbelief.

“I thought you would be hungry,” he replied.

“You do realize real men don’t make quiche, right?”

He looked at me, puzzled.

“Never mind.” I shut the oven door and grabbed my coffee making my way to the table. Daisy sauntered over and sat up against my leg, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth.

“Wow. You seem pretty chill this morning, dog. What, no begging for breakfast?” I rubbed down the front of her chest.

“She has been fed. We had a short walk on the beach, too.”

“You’re kidding me. She let you take her for a walk?” I looked from Adam to my dog.

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