her point. “You said that in your dream last night you felt like you’d been turned into liquid.” She gave Holly a hopeful look. “Well, maybe that’s what you drew. Maybe that’s not blood at all. It’s you!”
“So Stryker Cain is going to drink me?” Holly couldn’t help but see the humor in her friend’s suggestion.
“Yeah, well, some men can consume a woman.” She offered up a pathetic look.
Holly laughed. “Man, are you off your game. That was lame too. Did you finish your cinnamon bun?”
Avery shook her head, feigning shame. “No. You interrupted me.”
“Oh, okay. That explains it. Your sugar must be low,” Holly said with a smile. She sobered for a second and pointed to the sketch, forcing the conversation back on topic. “I think we have to go on the assumption that this is blood. I’m not willing to ignore a portent just because it casts doubts on a man I find attractive. A man I don’t even know.”
Avery nodded her reluctant agreement. “Okay, but you have to still keep an open mind. He might be completely harmless.”
Holly rolled her eyes and waved the drawing in her optimistic friend’s face. “Yeah, wish me luck with that.”
Avery took the sketch from her hands and looked down at it. “You’re going to need it. What a waste, if he’s the villain in all this.”
“Avery, he’s drinking blood!”
“I can see that, but it doesn’t necessarily mean real blood. Maybe the O positive symbolizes how he’s going to make you feel? That’s what happened in the dream right? He made you feel liquid.”
Holly reluctantly agreed.
Avery said, “Just promise me you won’t sabotage this attraction you feel. Don’t smother it before it gets a chance to breathe.” She narrowed her eyes. “You do that, you know.”
Holly shrugged. “So you’ve told me.”
“Well, it’s about time you listened. Don’t jump to conclusions about him. I’m not prepared to plunk a black hat on his head just yet.” She made shooing motions with her hand. “Go on, take your shower. While you’re doing that, I’m going to eat my cinnamon bun and look up this Stryker Cain.”
* * * *
Holly sighed with relief when the warm water hit her chilled toes. Standing under the shower head, she closed her eyes and let the warmth soothe her. The water did its job for a moment until Holly remembered the liquid feeling she’d experienced in her dream. It had melted her very bones. Her heart started to pound as she recalled the dream and the man. The water sliding down her body felt like a caress, his caress. It felt so sensuous, so wonderful, she wanted to purr. Holly tilted her head back, closed her eyes and indulged herself for just a second. A second turned into minutes. She had no idea how long she stood there. Finally dragging herself out of her sensual daydream, she opened her eyes and started. Vision clouded, she wiped the water from her eyes with impatient fingers. Her sight restored, Holly gasped with astonishment. There he was. Stryker Cain and his glorious body stood not six inches away, the shower’s mist swirling around him.
Chapter 5
“I’m not sure we should be doing this,” said Holly, as she stopped her car close to Irene O’Neill’s property.
“Me neither, but what other option do we have?” Avery said.
While Holly had watched her vision of Stryker Cain fade away in the shower, Janice had called Avery back and told her that the victim’s name was, in fact, Irene O’Neill. The only opportunity they’d get to see the murder scene was if they snuck in after
midnight
. Janice informed her that they’d have a fifteen minute window of opportunity at that time. Avery didn’t bother to ask how she came upon that kind of information.
Holly still had doubts about dragging her friend in with her. “ We don’t have another option, but you do. Stephen sure was mad at you for doing this. Maybe I should have come alone…kept you out of it.”
Even in the darkness Holly could
“So Stryker Cain is going to drink me?” Holly couldn’t help but see the humor in her friend’s suggestion.
“Yeah, well, some men can consume a woman.” She offered up a pathetic look.
Holly laughed. “Man, are you off your game. That was lame too. Did you finish your cinnamon bun?”
Avery shook her head, feigning shame. “No. You interrupted me.”
“Oh, okay. That explains it. Your sugar must be low,” Holly said with a smile. She sobered for a second and pointed to the sketch, forcing the conversation back on topic. “I think we have to go on the assumption that this is blood. I’m not willing to ignore a portent just because it casts doubts on a man I find attractive. A man I don’t even know.”
Avery nodded her reluctant agreement. “Okay, but you have to still keep an open mind. He might be completely harmless.”
Holly rolled her eyes and waved the drawing in her optimistic friend’s face. “Yeah, wish me luck with that.”
Avery took the sketch from her hands and looked down at it. “You’re going to need it. What a waste, if he’s the villain in all this.”
“Avery, he’s drinking blood!”
“I can see that, but it doesn’t necessarily mean real blood. Maybe the O positive symbolizes how he’s going to make you feel? That’s what happened in the dream right? He made you feel liquid.”
Holly reluctantly agreed.
Avery said, “Just promise me you won’t sabotage this attraction you feel. Don’t smother it before it gets a chance to breathe.” She narrowed her eyes. “You do that, you know.”
Holly shrugged. “So you’ve told me.”
“Well, it’s about time you listened. Don’t jump to conclusions about him. I’m not prepared to plunk a black hat on his head just yet.” She made shooing motions with her hand. “Go on, take your shower. While you’re doing that, I’m going to eat my cinnamon bun and look up this Stryker Cain.”
* * * *
Holly sighed with relief when the warm water hit her chilled toes. Standing under the shower head, she closed her eyes and let the warmth soothe her. The water did its job for a moment until Holly remembered the liquid feeling she’d experienced in her dream. It had melted her very bones. Her heart started to pound as she recalled the dream and the man. The water sliding down her body felt like a caress, his caress. It felt so sensuous, so wonderful, she wanted to purr. Holly tilted her head back, closed her eyes and indulged herself for just a second. A second turned into minutes. She had no idea how long she stood there. Finally dragging herself out of her sensual daydream, she opened her eyes and started. Vision clouded, she wiped the water from her eyes with impatient fingers. Her sight restored, Holly gasped with astonishment. There he was. Stryker Cain and his glorious body stood not six inches away, the shower’s mist swirling around him.
Chapter 5
“I’m not sure we should be doing this,” said Holly, as she stopped her car close to Irene O’Neill’s property.
“Me neither, but what other option do we have?” Avery said.
While Holly had watched her vision of Stryker Cain fade away in the shower, Janice had called Avery back and told her that the victim’s name was, in fact, Irene O’Neill. The only opportunity they’d get to see the murder scene was if they snuck in after
midnight
. Janice informed her that they’d have a fifteen minute window of opportunity at that time. Avery didn’t bother to ask how she came upon that kind of information.
Holly still had doubts about dragging her friend in with her. “ We don’t have another option, but you do. Stephen sure was mad at you for doing this. Maybe I should have come alone…kept you out of it.”
Even in the darkness Holly could
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