Dueling Moons: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 2) by Laura Del

asked, the fury rising in his voice. “You didn’t move!”
    I openedmy mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I was in shock.
    Mike hugged me. “It’s all right. It’s gonna be all right.”
    That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a vampire stalker. Of course, I couldn’t go back to sleep after Samuel entered my dream like that, but Mike did. After a long - winded and angry rant about how evil Samuel was, Mike turned over onto his side and fell asleep.
    When he was snoring, I went to the bathroom, telling myself that I wasn’t going to look at the bite marks. But as I brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help it. They were fading already, but still rather bloody and swollen. I closed my eyes, imagining that I leaned back against his chest. He pulled my hair to one side, kissing the bite marks gently. Then he turned me around, lifting me onto the sink. I imagined him kissing me on the lips, moving his hands up and down my sides, while his brown hair fell into his brown eyes. The thought of how different he felt from Mike or Samuel passed through my mind as he kissed my neck again.
    I knocked over the soap dispenser and it brought me back to reality. Why in the hell was I thinking about Stag like that?
    After all, I had bigger problems to take care of, and I didn’t need to add another man into the mix. Especially one as chauvinistic, pig headed, idiotic, funny, smart, confident, slightly sexy, and big of a pain in the ass as Stag was.
    I sighed and yawned as I put on my robe. When I secured the sash around my waist, I made my way into the living room. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going because the next thing I knew, I was on my butt. “Ow,” I said softly, looking to my right to see the large box that tripped me. Feeling my brow furrow, I wondered how Samuel had gotten the box in the apartment in the first place. I pushed that thought aside, because I really, in all certainty, did not want to know.
    Kneeling in front of it, I debated whether I should open it or not. After all, it wouldn’t hurt me to open it. Then again , I thought, it could very well kill me. Finally, I remembered that he said it was an early Christmas present, so it couldn’t be that bad.
    I looked behind me to see if Mike was coming, but knowing how hard he slept, I doubted it. Once I made sure that he wasn’t going to get up, I ripped the tape off the cardboard box and opened the flaps. On top of a million package peanuts was a manila envelope that had Patricia, My Love written in Samuel’s handwriting. Shaking my head, I opened it and pulled out the papers inside. But they weren’t just any papers. Oh, no. They were the divorce papers.
    I couldn’t believe it. They were ones that I had sent him the week before, and I couldn’t quite understand why he had chosen those instead of the ones that I had sent him a month ago. I flipped to the page with the signatures and there his was, in all of its glory.
    “Wow,” I managed to say through my shock. He had finally signed it, and I began to smile. This was the happiest day of my life. Then I realized something: this put him one step closer to marring my sister. I would definitely have to figure how to get her out later. Right now, I was just so happy to be free of him. Finally .
    Placing the papers on the coffee table, I returned my attention to the box, seeing if there was anything else inside. I pushed my hands into the packing peanuts, landing on something hard. Slowly, I pulled it up, seeing that it was another large box, only this one was wooden and had a note taped to it.
    Dear Ms. Wyatt, (that was a bit formal)
    I love you with all of my heart, however nonexistent you may think it is. And I hope that one day you will forgive me for all of the things that I have done, and attempted, to do to you. It is in my nature, and I am truly sorry that it got the better of me.
    I rolled my eyes.
    In this box is something that I know you will enjoy even more than our