I hadn’t really planned on telling him everything. But now I found that I wanted to, regardless of the consequences. The only way we would get to the bottom of whatever was between us was surely to have complete honesty- a concept that was fairly foreign to me in my current on-the-lam situation.
Gathering every ounce of strength within me, I pulled away from Brennan and stepped out of his radius of warmth. The separation instantly made me feel chilled.
“Okay. Where are we going?” I asked shakily as I grabbed my purse.
“It’s a surprise,” he answered. He sounded stronger than I felt.
Striding past me, he held the door for me – a perfect gentleman. Although he wasn’t touching me, his eyes were locked with mine in a gaze as intimate as a caress.
“Thank you,” I murmured, trying not to inhale as I passed him. I wasn’t exactly sure how far I could trust myself just yet. I wanted to make sure that his soul stayed right where it belonged- inside of his body.
We stepped out into the morning light and quickly walked down the wooden steps that led to my house. The beach was serene this morning, without another soul in sight. The water lapped quietly at the shore, the sea gulls flying in circles overhead. Their cries were the only thing interrupting the silence of the scene surrounding us.
“So, we have to drive to your picnic spot?” I asked curiously as we walked. He nodded.
“Mm-hmm. Do you want to know why?”
I didn’t answer, but stared at him expectantly.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said wryly. “We have to drive there because it’s the best picnic spot in Michigan, maybe even in the world.”
“So, you like to exaggerate,” I observed. “Good to know.”
He laughed. “I’m serious. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Harbor Pointe Hotel. It burned to the ground in the 1920’s, but the ruins are still there on the edge of the lake. People say it’s haunted. I don’t know about that, but it definitely has an intriguing quality about it.”
Oh, perfect. A haunted ruins. Just perfect for a girl who could see ghosts. I quickly suppressed my thoughts and my hesitation, offering him a smile instead.
“Sounds great,” I assured him.
Brennan turned to me and held out his hand, his eyes meeting mine as if it was almost a challenge. I met his gaze and placed my hand in his tanned fingers, soaking in the instant jolting sensations. The more we touched, the more I grew accustomed to it.
And liked it. It was something special and specific to us. It was something that only we shared.
I gulped hard as we continued toward his car- a large black Land Rover type thing. It had big lights on top, large tires and tinted windows. I paused.
“That’s yours?”
He grinned. “Yep. Are you afraid?”
I nodded. “Very.”
“I thought you were never afraid- at least of me?”
I shook my head. “No, I said that I wouldn’t hide from you. There’s a difference.”
He laughed, a husky rich sound that instantly turned my blood warm and made me ache to reach out for him and draw him to me. I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around my waist instead. He looked at me, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I answered. “It’s not you.”
“It’s not you, it’s me?” he asked. “I’m getting a break-up line already?” His handsome face was puzzled. I shook my head.
“No, of course not. Not yet anyway. There has to be a relationship of some sort to constitute a break-up. And there’s nothing between us.”
He sought out my gaze. “Nothing?” His tone was assured because he knew otherwise.
I looked away. There was no need to carry on this conversation. He and I both knew that something was there. There was no need to try and classify it.
He opened the door to his monstrous vehicle and I climbed inside, buckling up. Within minutes, we were cruising along the highway next to the
Gathering every ounce of strength within me, I pulled away from Brennan and stepped out of his radius of warmth. The separation instantly made me feel chilled.
“Okay. Where are we going?” I asked shakily as I grabbed my purse.
“It’s a surprise,” he answered. He sounded stronger than I felt.
Striding past me, he held the door for me – a perfect gentleman. Although he wasn’t touching me, his eyes were locked with mine in a gaze as intimate as a caress.
“Thank you,” I murmured, trying not to inhale as I passed him. I wasn’t exactly sure how far I could trust myself just yet. I wanted to make sure that his soul stayed right where it belonged- inside of his body.
We stepped out into the morning light and quickly walked down the wooden steps that led to my house. The beach was serene this morning, without another soul in sight. The water lapped quietly at the shore, the sea gulls flying in circles overhead. Their cries were the only thing interrupting the silence of the scene surrounding us.
“So, we have to drive to your picnic spot?” I asked curiously as we walked. He nodded.
“Mm-hmm. Do you want to know why?”
I didn’t answer, but stared at him expectantly.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said wryly. “We have to drive there because it’s the best picnic spot in Michigan, maybe even in the world.”
“So, you like to exaggerate,” I observed. “Good to know.”
He laughed. “I’m serious. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Harbor Pointe Hotel. It burned to the ground in the 1920’s, but the ruins are still there on the edge of the lake. People say it’s haunted. I don’t know about that, but it definitely has an intriguing quality about it.”
Oh, perfect. A haunted ruins. Just perfect for a girl who could see ghosts. I quickly suppressed my thoughts and my hesitation, offering him a smile instead.
“Sounds great,” I assured him.
Brennan turned to me and held out his hand, his eyes meeting mine as if it was almost a challenge. I met his gaze and placed my hand in his tanned fingers, soaking in the instant jolting sensations. The more we touched, the more I grew accustomed to it.
And liked it. It was something special and specific to us. It was something that only we shared.
I gulped hard as we continued toward his car- a large black Land Rover type thing. It had big lights on top, large tires and tinted windows. I paused.
“That’s yours?”
He grinned. “Yep. Are you afraid?”
I nodded. “Very.”
“I thought you were never afraid- at least of me?”
I shook my head. “No, I said that I wouldn’t hide from you. There’s a difference.”
He laughed, a husky rich sound that instantly turned my blood warm and made me ache to reach out for him and draw him to me. I pulled away from him, wrapping my arms around my waist instead. He looked at me, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I answered. “It’s not you.”
“It’s not you, it’s me?” he asked. “I’m getting a break-up line already?” His handsome face was puzzled. I shook my head.
“No, of course not. Not yet anyway. There has to be a relationship of some sort to constitute a break-up. And there’s nothing between us.”
He sought out my gaze. “Nothing?” His tone was assured because he knew otherwise.
I looked away. There was no need to carry on this conversation. He and I both knew that something was there. There was no need to try and classify it.
He opened the door to his monstrous vehicle and I climbed inside, buckling up. Within minutes, we were cruising along the highway next to the
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