Tracey H. Kitts - Lilith Mercury 1 - Red by Tracey H. Kitts Page B
Authors: Tracey H. Kitts
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was real keen to invite Alfred. Asked me all sorts of nosy questions.”
“Such
as?”
“Like, if you two are a couple.”
“And what did you say?” I asked as I put down my cup. I’d lost my taste for coffee.
“I told her that I didn’t pry into your personal life, so I really wouldn’t know.”
“Good answer. It’s bullshit, but good answer.”
“So, what will you say when she stops by?”
“No, thank you.”
“What about Alfred?”
“I don’t own him,” I said. My blood boiled at the thoughts of Marcy even speaking to Alfred.
“No, but you could.” I was surprised to hear Alfred’s thoughts coming out of Kathryn’s mouth. “Don’t look so surprised,” she mistook the reason for my shocked expression. “The way he looks at you, it’s obvious how much he cares.” Was it obvious?
I’d never noticed before.
“If he wants to go, I can’t stop him. He’s a grown man.” I tried to sound as if I didn’t care.
“Sure. You can stop a pack of werewolves from killing my ex-boyfriend, but you can’t stop one scientist from attending a party. That’s completely believable.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “You know, those silver blades are not your only weapons.”
I laughed. “That’s my line, remember? I told you about saying that to someone one time.”
“Yeah, you did, but I don’t think you took it to heart. It’s true, you know. All you have to do is say, ‘Alfred, don’t go’, and he won’t go.”
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“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m not going to say anything. It’s his decision. If he stayed here, I’d always wonder if he stayed because I’d asked him, or because he wanted to.”
“Wow. Too deep for me,” Kat said while she took a sip of coffee.
“When’s the party?” I asked, not able to change the subject yet.
“This Friday. You’ve got two days to think about it.”
I laughed bitterly as I said, “There is no thinking. I’m not going and that’s final.”
“What will you do then? I mean, if Alfred does go ….”
“I’ll find something else to do.”
Kathryn’s wicked grin returned as she said, “As opposed to doing Alfred?”
“Oh, give it up.” I laughed. “If it happens, it happens, but I refuse to rush into anything,” my expression turned serious, “not again.”
* * * *
I only had to wait until later that day for Marcy to stop by. I was outside pruning my roses when I saw her drive up. I watched as she reapplied lipstick to her thin lips and gave a quick fluff to her frizzy blond hair before ringing the door bell. My pulse raced with the urge to crack her in the head with my garden shears. To say that my mood was suddenly foul would be like saying that milk that expired last year was bad.
Understatement didn’t begin to cover it.
Just as I was toying with the idea of walking in the house holding the garden shears, only to see the look on her face, of course, I had an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. Elijah Jasper was making his way up the front drive. He came to a stop just underneath the arch with the big white Queen Anne rose. As I walked over to his car, I was overcome by the sweet smell of the roses in full bloom. I stopped to take a deep breath, closing my eyes.
“Never miss an opportunity to smell the roses.” He smiled as he rolled down the window.
I walked over, propped on the car, and leaned in as I said, “They really shouldn’t allow cute cops out in public like this.” I smiled. “I have a weakness for bacon.” He had a genuine heartfelt laugh that did me good to hear. I felt my mood lighten as Elijah smiled up at me through the car window. “Would you step outside the vehicle please?” I said in my best cop imitation voice. He smiled, but didn’t ask questions. As Elijah got out of the car, I tossed the garden shears near the bottom of the roses and began removing my leather gloves. “So, what brings you out this way? Please tell me there
“Such
as?”
“Like, if you two are a couple.”
“And what did you say?” I asked as I put down my cup. I’d lost my taste for coffee.
“I told her that I didn’t pry into your personal life, so I really wouldn’t know.”
“Good answer. It’s bullshit, but good answer.”
“So, what will you say when she stops by?”
“No, thank you.”
“What about Alfred?”
“I don’t own him,” I said. My blood boiled at the thoughts of Marcy even speaking to Alfred.
“No, but you could.” I was surprised to hear Alfred’s thoughts coming out of Kathryn’s mouth. “Don’t look so surprised,” she mistook the reason for my shocked expression. “The way he looks at you, it’s obvious how much he cares.” Was it obvious?
I’d never noticed before.
“If he wants to go, I can’t stop him. He’s a grown man.” I tried to sound as if I didn’t care.
“Sure. You can stop a pack of werewolves from killing my ex-boyfriend, but you can’t stop one scientist from attending a party. That’s completely believable.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “You know, those silver blades are not your only weapons.”
I laughed. “That’s my line, remember? I told you about saying that to someone one time.”
“Yeah, you did, but I don’t think you took it to heart. It’s true, you know. All you have to do is say, ‘Alfred, don’t go’, and he won’t go.”
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“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m not going to say anything. It’s his decision. If he stayed here, I’d always wonder if he stayed because I’d asked him, or because he wanted to.”
“Wow. Too deep for me,” Kat said while she took a sip of coffee.
“When’s the party?” I asked, not able to change the subject yet.
“This Friday. You’ve got two days to think about it.”
I laughed bitterly as I said, “There is no thinking. I’m not going and that’s final.”
“What will you do then? I mean, if Alfred does go ….”
“I’ll find something else to do.”
Kathryn’s wicked grin returned as she said, “As opposed to doing Alfred?”
“Oh, give it up.” I laughed. “If it happens, it happens, but I refuse to rush into anything,” my expression turned serious, “not again.”
* * * *
I only had to wait until later that day for Marcy to stop by. I was outside pruning my roses when I saw her drive up. I watched as she reapplied lipstick to her thin lips and gave a quick fluff to her frizzy blond hair before ringing the door bell. My pulse raced with the urge to crack her in the head with my garden shears. To say that my mood was suddenly foul would be like saying that milk that expired last year was bad.
Understatement didn’t begin to cover it.
Just as I was toying with the idea of walking in the house holding the garden shears, only to see the look on her face, of course, I had an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. Elijah Jasper was making his way up the front drive. He came to a stop just underneath the arch with the big white Queen Anne rose. As I walked over to his car, I was overcome by the sweet smell of the roses in full bloom. I stopped to take a deep breath, closing my eyes.
“Never miss an opportunity to smell the roses.” He smiled as he rolled down the window.
I walked over, propped on the car, and leaned in as I said, “They really shouldn’t allow cute cops out in public like this.” I smiled. “I have a weakness for bacon.” He had a genuine heartfelt laugh that did me good to hear. I felt my mood lighten as Elijah smiled up at me through the car window. “Would you step outside the vehicle please?” I said in my best cop imitation voice. He smiled, but didn’t ask questions. As Elijah got out of the car, I tossed the garden shears near the bottom of the roses and began removing my leather gloves. “So, what brings you out this way? Please tell me there
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