Chapter One
The knocking couldn’t have come at a worse time. There I was, in the most compromising position imaginable, with the sexiest guy this side of heaven, who was about to give me an earth shattering orgasm, and then the knocking.
That’s when I was pulled back to earth, and Mister Perfect faded into that netherworld of dreams.
If it weren’t for the fact that I knew all it would take to bring him back was to drift into sleep, I might have literally screamed in frustration. My phantom lover had visited my dreams every night for the past week, which was fantastic. The problem was, all I could remember in the morning was his stunning blue eyes, and the total bliss of his touch.
Rolling over, I buried my head beneath a pillow. I figured that if I ignored the knocking long enough, whoever was on the other side of the door at such an ungodly hour, would eventually get the hint and go away. Then maybe I could go back to sleep and dream some more about having radical sex with whoever owned those gorgeous blue eyes.
It wasn’t going to happen. The pounding continued.
“Come on Kat! I’m dying out here!”
I knew that voice.
That was Spencer’s voice. Now I was sure it wasn’t real.
I was still dreaming, but it was just a different kind of dream. I was having one of those crazy dreams, the kind of dream that could really be considered a nightmare.
“Kat! If you don’t open up, you’re going to find me dead in the morning,” he warned in a muffled voice.
Oh what the hell!
If I were dreaming, it probably wouldn’t hurt anything to get up and answer the door. Maybe he’d be gone by the time I got there.
When I tried to roll out of bed, I discovered very quickly that I couldn’t move my legs. Panic set in, but just as I was ready to do some screaming and yelling of my own, I realized that I was tangled in my bedding.
Taking several calming breaths, I proceeded to unwrap the offending blankets from my legs and torso.
Meanwhile, the knocking and whining continued. “Please Kat! I need to go to the hospital.”
Part of me, the part of me that was awake, was worried that it really might be something serious this time. The part of me that was still half asleep was cursing up a storm.
Why had I ever thought that moving into a trailer was a good idea, even a double wide? With walls as thin as paper, there was no blocking out sound from outside. If I’d moved into a house, at least there might have been a basement I could hide in.
In spite of the fact that my slippers were bright green, I couldn’t find them in the dark, and I was still too groggy to think about turning on the light. Instead, I made my way to the front door in my bare feet. Thankfully, I’d be walking on carpet instead of cold tile.
Getting on my tiptoes, I peered through the peephole, just to be sure. You couldn’t be too careful these days, even in a town the size of Dreamland Junction.
It was Spencer all right, and he was resting his forehead against my door.
Unlatching the chain lock and deadbolt, I pulled the door open. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my nose,” he moaned.
“My hell Spencer! Do you know what time it is?”
Actually, since I hadn’t looked at a clock yet, I didn’t even know what time it was.
Spencer stumbled through the door.
He was so busy holding his nose that he didn’t bother to watch where he was stepping, which resulted in him nearly tripping over my blue throw rug.
“What’s wrong with your nose?” I asked, leading him into the kitchen.
“They did it again. They shoved one of their tracking devices up my nose.”
In that moment, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to laugh or cry. What I did know for sure was that I felt a migraine coming on.
“Are you freaking serious, Spencer? You wake me up at …” I stopped long enough to glance at the bright neon beer clock hanging on my wall. “At three in the morning because you had a bad dream.”
I was sure that’s what it was. Spencer had
The knocking couldn’t have come at a worse time. There I was, in the most compromising position imaginable, with the sexiest guy this side of heaven, who was about to give me an earth shattering orgasm, and then the knocking.
That’s when I was pulled back to earth, and Mister Perfect faded into that netherworld of dreams.
If it weren’t for the fact that I knew all it would take to bring him back was to drift into sleep, I might have literally screamed in frustration. My phantom lover had visited my dreams every night for the past week, which was fantastic. The problem was, all I could remember in the morning was his stunning blue eyes, and the total bliss of his touch.
Rolling over, I buried my head beneath a pillow. I figured that if I ignored the knocking long enough, whoever was on the other side of the door at such an ungodly hour, would eventually get the hint and go away. Then maybe I could go back to sleep and dream some more about having radical sex with whoever owned those gorgeous blue eyes.
It wasn’t going to happen. The pounding continued.
“Come on Kat! I’m dying out here!”
I knew that voice.
That was Spencer’s voice. Now I was sure it wasn’t real.
I was still dreaming, but it was just a different kind of dream. I was having one of those crazy dreams, the kind of dream that could really be considered a nightmare.
“Kat! If you don’t open up, you’re going to find me dead in the morning,” he warned in a muffled voice.
Oh what the hell!
If I were dreaming, it probably wouldn’t hurt anything to get up and answer the door. Maybe he’d be gone by the time I got there.
When I tried to roll out of bed, I discovered very quickly that I couldn’t move my legs. Panic set in, but just as I was ready to do some screaming and yelling of my own, I realized that I was tangled in my bedding.
Taking several calming breaths, I proceeded to unwrap the offending blankets from my legs and torso.
Meanwhile, the knocking and whining continued. “Please Kat! I need to go to the hospital.”
Part of me, the part of me that was awake, was worried that it really might be something serious this time. The part of me that was still half asleep was cursing up a storm.
Why had I ever thought that moving into a trailer was a good idea, even a double wide? With walls as thin as paper, there was no blocking out sound from outside. If I’d moved into a house, at least there might have been a basement I could hide in.
In spite of the fact that my slippers were bright green, I couldn’t find them in the dark, and I was still too groggy to think about turning on the light. Instead, I made my way to the front door in my bare feet. Thankfully, I’d be walking on carpet instead of cold tile.
Getting on my tiptoes, I peered through the peephole, just to be sure. You couldn’t be too careful these days, even in a town the size of Dreamland Junction.
It was Spencer all right, and he was resting his forehead against my door.
Unlatching the chain lock and deadbolt, I pulled the door open. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my nose,” he moaned.
“My hell Spencer! Do you know what time it is?”
Actually, since I hadn’t looked at a clock yet, I didn’t even know what time it was.
Spencer stumbled through the door.
He was so busy holding his nose that he didn’t bother to watch where he was stepping, which resulted in him nearly tripping over my blue throw rug.
“What’s wrong with your nose?” I asked, leading him into the kitchen.
“They did it again. They shoved one of their tracking devices up my nose.”
In that moment, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to laugh or cry. What I did know for sure was that I felt a migraine coming on.
“Are you freaking serious, Spencer? You wake me up at …” I stopped long enough to glance at the bright neon beer clock hanging on my wall. “At three in the morning because you had a bad dream.”
I was sure that’s what it was. Spencer had
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