When Dreams Come True (The Star Series Book 1) by M. Stratton Page A

I’m planning on spending every minute with until he has to leave.”
    “And who would this be? Do I need to defend your honor?”
    “No, I’m hoping you’ll ruin my honor.”
    “Oh, that can be arranged. Very easily.” He pulled her chair closer to him and with his other hand on the back of her head, he pulled her in close. “In fact, it would be my honor to ruin yours.” His lips captured hers and offered a promise of what was to come.

    As the skies became darker, Lissa’s anxiety heightened. As casually as she could, she retreated to the back of the room and started flipping through her boards.
    “Is it hard for you, not writing today?” He wrapped his arms around her.
    “No.” She leaned into him. “Sometimes when I’ve other obligations it’s hard, especially if I have a deadline, but you are a welcome distraction. If something pops into my head, I can always write it down and save it for later.”
    “Then why so tense? I can feel it in your body. Is it the storm?”
    When a crash of thunder shook the house, she whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt so exposed with all of the windows behind her.
    “You do know the odds of getting struck by lightning, right?”
    She nodded. “About one in seven hundred thousand.”
    “You would.” She could feel his lips turn into a smile against her neck.
    “Then you take into account how many people live in the surrounding Tucson area, and that is over seven hundred thousand, which means one person in the area is going to be struck every single time there is a lightning storm here. And that doesn’t happen every time, so then your odds shrink because lightning hasn’t struck. Then do you know how many storms I’ve been around in my life and nothing has happened? My odds are shrinking.”
    “I find your mind to be an amazing thing. Truly, the way it works is amazing. But you already had a lightning experience, when you were younger, so in my theory you’re good for the rest of your life.”
    “Yes, but you’ve heard of the people who are struck multiple times in their lifetime. What about them? What if it’s just building, waiting for the right moment to strike?”
    “Pun intended?”
    “Totally.”
    “Will you be okay for a few minutes?”
    “Yeah, sure.”
    “I’ll be right back.”
    She nodded and felt the loss of his strength as soon as he left her. Keeping her eyes shut, she gripped the cabinet and started telling herself a story, but every time thunder shook the house she’d shake and falter, losing track of where she was.
    “Come on.” Will came up behind her and led her back into the room.
    Her shaking increased and she was afraid she was going to make a complete fool of herself. Keeping her eyes shut because the last thing she wanted to see was the lightning surrounding her, she let him pull her down on the floor. Frowning, she opened her eyes into a squint, looking at the floor. He’d set up a bed for them in front of her desk; blankets and pillows were spread out.
    He laid back and opened his arms for her to lie down with him. Not needing any further urging, she wrapped her body around his and buried her head in his shoulder, blocking out the light show. When his arms came around her and started rubbing her back, she relaxed as much as she could.
    “Darling, how about I tell you a story for a change?”
    She nodded and held onto him tighter as his voice rose and fell with one of Shakespeare’s masterpieces. Relaxing a little more, she had a passing thought of how many women around the world would love a private reading by Will Martinsson.
    Slowly, her body melted into his as the story unfolded and her shaking stopped. Part of her still knew the storm raged around them, but she was drawn into him.
    “Melissa, look at me.”
    She forced her heavy eyelids open and lifted up so she could see him.
    “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
    “No, it wasn’t.”
    “Well then, you’re going to love this.” He pulled her down to