The Awakening: A Sisterhood of Spirits Novel by Yvonne Heidt Page B

whiskey?” Agnes asked when Sunny opened her eyes and looked around warily.
    Sunny laughed weakly. “Water is fine.”
    Jordan fled into the kitchen to get some for her. She had been imagining Sunny flat on her back, but this scenario certainly wasn’t how she’d got there. When she returned, Sunny was sitting up with Steve and Agnes on either side of her.
    “Are you okay?” Jordan handed her the glass and, feeling stupid just standing there, sat on the coffee table. “What happened?”
    “You opened the door.”
    “I usually do that when someone knocks.”
    “Okay, I was surprised to see you standing there. I didn’t know you lived here.”
    “The sight of me made you faint?” Jordan asked, incredulous. She tried to find her bearings, and answering questions with another question was second nature to her and usually gave her more time to think.
    “I did not faint.”
    Agnes looked back and forth between them. “You two know each other?”
    “We’ve met,” Sunny said politely before meeting Jordan’s eyes. “Could you both please excuse us?”
    “But…” Steve looked puzzled. “What about…”
    “Just for a few minutes. If you could wait over at your grandmother’s, I’ll be along. When Shade and Tiffany get here, just tell them to wait until I get back to start setting up.” She smiled and flashed her dimples. “Thank you so much. I appreciate it.”
    Steve beamed back at her and then stumbled over his big feet on his way to the door, nearly tripping Agnes, who was close behind him. Jordan snickered, then shut the door in his face before he could ask her any questions.
    Now what? Jordan thought. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. In spite of her fierce attraction, she had already made the decision not to seek Sunny out after convincing herself that one, she came from a different planet than she did, and two, she was so far out of her league that Sunny was in another stratosphere from Jordan. She looked around the small apartment and couldn’t help but compare it to Sunny’s home, filled with rich things and cats. Don’t forget the cats, she told herself; you hate cats.
    Every single argument flew out the window when Sunny looked at her. Her hair was mussed and her full lips were parted slightly, begging for a kiss. Jordan moved across the carpet toward her. She felt heavy and sluggish, but the need to get to her was almost overwhelming.
    She dropped to her knees in front of Sunny and leaned in. She heard Sunny’s sharp intake of breath and stopped when their lips were separated by only a few inches.
    “Jordan. Stop. I have to tell you something.”
    “Mmm.” Stop? Hell no. She was going to take her right here on the couch. Pin her and take what she wanted. She was going to wrap her hands around her delicate throat and squeeze until she begged for her life. And she was going to like it.
    “Jordan!”
    “What?” Jordan looked down at her hands gripping Sunny’s shoulders. Oh my God, what had she just been thinking? Sunny’s eyes were wide and she looked frightened. Jordan was mortified and jumped to her feet.
    A chair scraped along the linoleum in the dining room and they both jumped.
    What was wrong with her? Jordan’s ears were ringing and her hands shook. Sunny approached slowly, almost cautiously. Rage bubbled in Jordan’s veins and she snapped. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that was a ghost.”
    “Excuse me?” Sunny looked surprised. “What just happened here?”
    “Are the Jacksons in on this too?” Jordan began to pace back and forth. “Who put you up to this?” She was livid. The last thing she needed was someone else messing with her head.
    “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Don’t give me that innocent look.” She pointed at Sunny. “I want an explanation for all of this right now.”
    “Agnes called me to come over and investigate the activity here and help her to get rid of it.”
    Jordan acted as if she hadn’t heard