MasukNick~ Somewhere around daybreak......' Nick! Wake up!' Zeek's voice clawed at the back of my skull, sharp and frantic. 'What the hell, Z? I groaned internally, my mind still thick with honeyed sleep. 'Blood. Harley's.' My heart didn't just pound; it thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird as I surged upright. The sheets were a grisly, sodden mess, the copper tang of iron filling the air. With shaking hands, I patted down her limbs, searching for a jagged cut or a wound. Nothing. Her skin was pale and cool, her eyes locked in a deep, unresponsive heaviness. 'The bleeding is internal, Nick. Wake her up. Now.' 'Ok, I choked out, sliding my arms under her and pulling her limp weight into my lap. The source became clear as fresh blood spread over us from between her thighs. "Harley? Harley, baby, look at me." Panic was a cold pressure in my throat. This shouldn't be happening; pregnant women do not bleed, certainly not with this much volume. Her eyelids fluttered, th
Nick~ There's not much left of the pie, so I spoon the leftovers into a Tupperware and put them in the fridge. Harley and I rinse the dishes, put them in the washer, and clean up our mess. It's hovering around midnight when we strip on the back porch. Then I flip the indoor switch and throw juice to the jacuzzi. Spa lights glow under its cover, and the hum of the jets vibrates through the deck, beckoning us. We step out into the night and cross to another platform to reach the hot tub. A strong whiff of the cowboy cologne shrubs growing around the lake wafts past as I lift the cover. My parents must have been here recently; there are still towels inside the warmer. Harley's body glowed in the moonlight, but her growing breasts and belly took the spotlight for me. Goosebumps are forming on her arms, so I lead her down the steps and into the bubbling water. We settled on the wrap-around bench, and naturally, my arm goes to rest on the side behind her. The velvet sky was thi
Nick~ Out front, the cracked ceramic gnomes still stand guard in the garden, their painted faces chipped by years of autumn rains and summer heat. Inside the house, the air still smells faintly of lavender, and my parents just as it did the last time I was here. With Harley settled inside, I go back out to unload the car. A few minutes later, our bags hit the sofa with a thud, and I took the cooler into the kitchen. When I return to the living room, Harley has moved to the stone hearth above the dormant fireplace. She's holding a framed photo of me at age nine, caught mid-air over the clear water beneath the pier, and smiles down at the little boy in the image. "You were a cutie," she says, setting the photo back on the mantel's polished wood grain and picking up another photo of Sean and me. "My mother couldn't put the camera down," I say, a light chuckle dying in my throat. "I swear I jumped off that damn pier fifty times before she got that shot." "This is Sean?" She rubs h
Harley~ Nick's argon oil scent calms me as I breathe him in. "What do you think about us going away for the weekend? We could relax, unwind, and regroup before court on Monday." My throat seized in protest as I tried swallowing down the sharp taste of bile. I'm not ready to face Ben. "You and I alone in the woods could get us into trouble." "I'm hoping so," he growls as he squeezes my waist. He always knows how to hook me. "Did you have something in mind?" "Un-hun, there's a lake a couple of hours from here that our parents took us to every year. It's very private, and we have a cabin right on the lakefront. It isn't magical, but we could make our own." "We sure can, Wolfman." "Great," he pulls back and kisses my forehead. "If we leave soon, we can see the sunset over the lake." I'm ushered out the back door, where Becky, Kyle, and Kylie enjoy the salty breeze on the lanai. The concrete and chairs are now in the shade of the house, as the sun has passed overhead. He sets me
Nick~ Given that Harley tossed and turned most of the night. I'm surprised to wake and find her missing from my arms. A quick scan of the room finds her sitting in the bay window, knees pulled up to her chest, quietly staring out. She'd moved aside the heavy drapes, and in the warm morning light, she glowed. "Harley, honey, you ok?" She glances over her shoulder. "Yeah, just thinking." "It looks deep," I prop up on my elbow and push the blanket away. "What's on your mind, Amante?" "Having Melinda bind our powers so we don't become the next addition to 'freaks like us.'" "You can be my freak anytime," I waggled my eyebrows at her with a wink, but my antics aren't working. "Last night wasn't your fault." "But still it happened because I couldn't control it." "Would you please come here?" She does; her bare feet pad across the floor. My old t-shirt never looked so good, though it's down to her knees. Once she's snuggled under the blanket, close, I kiss her forehead. "You
Nick~ Harley's body remains stiff beside mine as I lead her out of our room. Down the hall, she's dragging her feet across the carpet runner while her breath gets shallow. Enough of this. I stop us and wrap my arms around her. "What's going on, Amante? Are you having second thoughts? It's ok if you are." "Of course not," she traced my jaw with her fingers. "Facing these people again isn't as easy as I thought, that's all." "It will be different this time, and on our terms. Harley, I trust Seth." "If you do, then I do too," she tossed her hair over her shoulder and linked her arm through mine. "Let's get on with it," she took a deep breath. That's my girl! We continued into the den, where everyone was waiting for us. Kyle had two desks and chairs moved together, facing each other in front of the fireplace. The three newsmen already sat at one of them, locking their eyes on us. So what if we're late for the party? One man fiddles with his pen, and they all have notepads. Seth is
Nicholas~done It’s a short drive to downtown Parkerville. Café Rosa is a quaint, mom-and-pop establishment that has been here as long as I can remember. It’s kind of like stepping into a time portal back to old Italy. After a quick search, I find Kyle, who wasn’t hard to spot given that he is the
Harley~ Pilot gave me a shut your mouth, Missy, look before leading me down one hall of mystery to his office. He closes the door, sits at his desk, gesturing for me to sit as well. “Is Cervantes one of the stalker victims?” “I can neither deny nor confirm yet; until now, Mr. Cervantes has been n
Harley~ 'His name is Nick, and don't accept that I believe he will come back for us.' 'I wouldn't have him if he came back!' 'Sure, you're right, Ms. Patty Pillowcase.' My phone rings as I put the car in reverse; it's Belinda, and she tells me that my presence is required as soon as possible.
Harley~ My eyes fluttered open, and I smiled at the sight before me of the massive chest my head was lying on. I snuggled into him further, thinking This is one hell of a fantasy I am having! Heat runs through me as I inhale his scent, fighting the urge not to rub my face all over every inch of hi







