it?”
“It’s a medallion. It’s hers anyway, actually,” he smiled and shrugged. “She earned it a few weeks ago and we forgot to give it to her.”
“We?” Logan asked, her brow furrowed. Something was nudging the back of her mind – a memory, a puzzle piece. A clue as to what this was all about. But the cookies were about to burn and she couldn’t concentrate.
Mr. Lehrer studied her face, his gaze narrowing slightly in thought. “I’ll let you get those,” he said.
Logan nodded and immediately ran to the back room. She donned a mitt, pulled the cookies out, and spun the dial to the off position. Then she quickly tore off the mitt again and returned to the front room. Mr. Lehrer was gone.
Sam listened in on Katelyn’s thoughts as they rode down Little Walnut road toward the camping spot he’d seen earlier that day. It would be the ideal location to carry out his plan.
Thanks to the supernatural abilities Logan’s writing had given him, seducing Katelyn Shanks would be even easier than it should have been, given what he was. He was handsome and he was charismatic; that much had been very clearly written into all of Logan’s male characters. He was also a vampire, among other things. And along with his new form came the ability to read human minds.
He knew what Katelyn wanted before she even did. He smiled to himself as he pressed the bike into a higher gear and the girl behind him tightened the grip she had on the leather of his jacket. Right now, she couldn’t believe her luck. Sam Hain had asked her out. And on the first day that he’d been at school! Imagine that, he chuckled inwardly.
What are the odds? She thought as he listened. Do gods normally go slumming through high schools in the middle of nowhere?
And there was no doubt in Katelyn’s mind that Sam Hain was a god. To her, he had to be. He was beyond gorgeous. His smile broadened and he almost shook his head. Instead, he kept the bike steady and listened on. Katelyn found him impossibly beautiful; in fact, sometimes it hurt her to look into his eyes. She was certain that if she did, his penetrating gaze would notice that she wasn’t as hot as he was.
And you would hate that, wouldn’t you? he thought to himself.
No Kate, she told herself firmly. He could feel her grip on him tighten again, as if in response to her inner resolve. I am hot. I’m worthy. And I’m going to screw this guy’s brains out before anyone else gets to him and ruins him .
Sam’s grin widened as he pulled the bike off of the road and onto the dirt trail that led into the woods. A few seconds later, he was parking it.
“So… you seem to know an awful lot about how many people have kicked the bucket,” she ventured tentatively. She was trying to sound nonchalant even as Sam knew that her stomach painfully knotted itself into some kind of intestinal Celtic design.
Sam kicked the stand down on his motorcycle. He glanced at her over his broad shoulder and gave her a mysterious smile. “I guess you could say that,” he replied, unzipping his jacket and waiting for her to get off of the bike. She stayed put, instead taking the opportunity to slip her hands around his waist beneath the leather of his jacket.
At first, he stiffened beneath her touch. He hadn’t been expecting it and it was personal. Her fingers traced the hard muscles of his abdomen and his blood seemed to still in his veins. She wasn’t the one he wanted to touch him this way. It made him feel too much like the Death Lord he’d always been. It a made him feel icy. Cold.
But Katelyn Shanks expected a much different reaction. So, he put on his proverbial mask and kept his eye on the prize. He settled back into her embrace and gently grazed his fingertips over the backs of her hands. She shivered. His touch was both cold and strangely hot.
He could sense her frowning behind him, forcing herself to concentrate. “So, how do you know so much about war?”
He took a while to answer. As she
“It’s a medallion. It’s hers anyway, actually,” he smiled and shrugged. “She earned it a few weeks ago and we forgot to give it to her.”
“We?” Logan asked, her brow furrowed. Something was nudging the back of her mind – a memory, a puzzle piece. A clue as to what this was all about. But the cookies were about to burn and she couldn’t concentrate.
Mr. Lehrer studied her face, his gaze narrowing slightly in thought. “I’ll let you get those,” he said.
Logan nodded and immediately ran to the back room. She donned a mitt, pulled the cookies out, and spun the dial to the off position. Then she quickly tore off the mitt again and returned to the front room. Mr. Lehrer was gone.
Sam listened in on Katelyn’s thoughts as they rode down Little Walnut road toward the camping spot he’d seen earlier that day. It would be the ideal location to carry out his plan.
Thanks to the supernatural abilities Logan’s writing had given him, seducing Katelyn Shanks would be even easier than it should have been, given what he was. He was handsome and he was charismatic; that much had been very clearly written into all of Logan’s male characters. He was also a vampire, among other things. And along with his new form came the ability to read human minds.
He knew what Katelyn wanted before she even did. He smiled to himself as he pressed the bike into a higher gear and the girl behind him tightened the grip she had on the leather of his jacket. Right now, she couldn’t believe her luck. Sam Hain had asked her out. And on the first day that he’d been at school! Imagine that, he chuckled inwardly.
What are the odds? She thought as he listened. Do gods normally go slumming through high schools in the middle of nowhere?
And there was no doubt in Katelyn’s mind that Sam Hain was a god. To her, he had to be. He was beyond gorgeous. His smile broadened and he almost shook his head. Instead, he kept the bike steady and listened on. Katelyn found him impossibly beautiful; in fact, sometimes it hurt her to look into his eyes. She was certain that if she did, his penetrating gaze would notice that she wasn’t as hot as he was.
And you would hate that, wouldn’t you? he thought to himself.
No Kate, she told herself firmly. He could feel her grip on him tighten again, as if in response to her inner resolve. I am hot. I’m worthy. And I’m going to screw this guy’s brains out before anyone else gets to him and ruins him .
Sam’s grin widened as he pulled the bike off of the road and onto the dirt trail that led into the woods. A few seconds later, he was parking it.
“So… you seem to know an awful lot about how many people have kicked the bucket,” she ventured tentatively. She was trying to sound nonchalant even as Sam knew that her stomach painfully knotted itself into some kind of intestinal Celtic design.
Sam kicked the stand down on his motorcycle. He glanced at her over his broad shoulder and gave her a mysterious smile. “I guess you could say that,” he replied, unzipping his jacket and waiting for her to get off of the bike. She stayed put, instead taking the opportunity to slip her hands around his waist beneath the leather of his jacket.
At first, he stiffened beneath her touch. He hadn’t been expecting it and it was personal. Her fingers traced the hard muscles of his abdomen and his blood seemed to still in his veins. She wasn’t the one he wanted to touch him this way. It made him feel too much like the Death Lord he’d always been. It a made him feel icy. Cold.
But Katelyn Shanks expected a much different reaction. So, he put on his proverbial mask and kept his eye on the prize. He settled back into her embrace and gently grazed his fingertips over the backs of her hands. She shivered. His touch was both cold and strangely hot.
He could sense her frowning behind him, forcing herself to concentrate. “So, how do you know so much about war?”
He took a while to answer. As she
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