by side, even nuzzled close to her and made it clear they were together. It made no difference. The closer they got, the harder the woman stared. And when they walked past her, she was undressing Rev with her eyes, staring greedily at his face, his shoulders, his rear.
To the strange and beautiful woman’s disappointment, Abby herded Rev to the front desk where the pimply face teen was waiting with their bags.
Ed stopped at the base of a majestic knotty wood staircase and pointed upward.
“Your room’s up there. Number two-twenty.”
“Let’s go,” Abby motioned forcefully, and they started up the grand staircase, creaks and groans in the old wooden joists.
Rev kept his senses on two things, Abby and the strange woman. What he didn’t catch was Ed, who, standing at the bottom of the stairs, fetched a small talisman from his vest in the place where a pocket watch might have been. Instead of a watch, this thing was an ugly little stick with a circle of bone at the end tied together in a web of unidentified animal skin. On one side of the tip was a sharp end, and when Ed held the talisman loosely in his hand, the end shifted positions like magic, pointing at Rev.
Chapter 11
Abby got the chills on the way up the stairs. By the time she made it to the second floor, those chills had advanced to uncontrollable quaking, so bad she couldn’t speak. By the time she reached their room, she’d gotten the shaking under control, but her insides were churning like a tropical storm.
“This place is giving me a really bad feeling,” she admitted once the door was closed and the bellhop had gone.
“Shh,” Rev waved his hand in front of the TV and it turned on. He waved again and increased the volume. Someone was listening. Of that he was certain. “You mean the usual bad feeling?”
“Worse,” she strained to keep from doubling over, constricting her facial muscles tightly.
“Abby, maybe you should sit this one out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Lay low,” he suggested. “Stay here and let me and the guys take care of things.”
“If you think I’m leaving you alone with that bimbo down there, you can—”
“Abby!” he was incredulous, but she wasn’t so sure. He could have been acting. He was a pretty good actor. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?”
“Gee. I wonder.”
“You know I made a commitment to you. No more womanizing. I gave you my word, and I’m sticking to it.”
“You’d better, Rev,” she pointed a finger at his nose. Her stomach was roasting with a flock of flaming butterflies, but her passion was more ablaze. “Because if you so much as touch one fake blonde hair on her head I’ll castrate you with my statmag emitter. And don’t think I won’t.”
“Abby,” he raised his right hand in the scout’s honor position. “I swear by my mother’s everlasting soul that my days as a philandering sex maniac are over. I love you, Abby. I want you. Nobody but you.”
She pursed her lips, squinted, and exhaled forcefully. She felt like she’d heard it all before, seen it all before. But how could she resist the way he was looking at her. He adored her, and she adored him.
“Abby,” he drifted toward her in a dreamy, glowing haze. She hated and loved when he did that. Gave him the afterglow of a Greek god. “You know you’re my dream girl.”
He clutched her waist so tightly it took her breath, but in a good way. She inhaled sharply just before he touched his lips to hers. Icy, yet at the same time passionately hot. Together they leaned against the bed where they’d placed their luggage. The second they brushed against the largest of the bags, a rumble from within caused Abby to leap up, severing their steamy connection.
“Oops,” she wiped her mouth, glad for the interruption. They neither had the time nor Rev the energy for extracurricular activities at the moment. “Sorry, Brutus.”
She opened the zipper
To the strange and beautiful woman’s disappointment, Abby herded Rev to the front desk where the pimply face teen was waiting with their bags.
Ed stopped at the base of a majestic knotty wood staircase and pointed upward.
“Your room’s up there. Number two-twenty.”
“Let’s go,” Abby motioned forcefully, and they started up the grand staircase, creaks and groans in the old wooden joists.
Rev kept his senses on two things, Abby and the strange woman. What he didn’t catch was Ed, who, standing at the bottom of the stairs, fetched a small talisman from his vest in the place where a pocket watch might have been. Instead of a watch, this thing was an ugly little stick with a circle of bone at the end tied together in a web of unidentified animal skin. On one side of the tip was a sharp end, and when Ed held the talisman loosely in his hand, the end shifted positions like magic, pointing at Rev.
Chapter 11
Abby got the chills on the way up the stairs. By the time she made it to the second floor, those chills had advanced to uncontrollable quaking, so bad she couldn’t speak. By the time she reached their room, she’d gotten the shaking under control, but her insides were churning like a tropical storm.
“This place is giving me a really bad feeling,” she admitted once the door was closed and the bellhop had gone.
“Shh,” Rev waved his hand in front of the TV and it turned on. He waved again and increased the volume. Someone was listening. Of that he was certain. “You mean the usual bad feeling?”
“Worse,” she strained to keep from doubling over, constricting her facial muscles tightly.
“Abby, maybe you should sit this one out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Lay low,” he suggested. “Stay here and let me and the guys take care of things.”
“If you think I’m leaving you alone with that bimbo down there, you can—”
“Abby!” he was incredulous, but she wasn’t so sure. He could have been acting. He was a pretty good actor. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?”
“Gee. I wonder.”
“You know I made a commitment to you. No more womanizing. I gave you my word, and I’m sticking to it.”
“You’d better, Rev,” she pointed a finger at his nose. Her stomach was roasting with a flock of flaming butterflies, but her passion was more ablaze. “Because if you so much as touch one fake blonde hair on her head I’ll castrate you with my statmag emitter. And don’t think I won’t.”
“Abby,” he raised his right hand in the scout’s honor position. “I swear by my mother’s everlasting soul that my days as a philandering sex maniac are over. I love you, Abby. I want you. Nobody but you.”
She pursed her lips, squinted, and exhaled forcefully. She felt like she’d heard it all before, seen it all before. But how could she resist the way he was looking at her. He adored her, and she adored him.
“Abby,” he drifted toward her in a dreamy, glowing haze. She hated and loved when he did that. Gave him the afterglow of a Greek god. “You know you’re my dream girl.”
He clutched her waist so tightly it took her breath, but in a good way. She inhaled sharply just before he touched his lips to hers. Icy, yet at the same time passionately hot. Together they leaned against the bed where they’d placed their luggage. The second they brushed against the largest of the bags, a rumble from within caused Abby to leap up, severing their steamy connection.
“Oops,” she wiped her mouth, glad for the interruption. They neither had the time nor Rev the energy for extracurricular activities at the moment. “Sorry, Brutus.”
She opened the zipper
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