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Authors: Sarah Wynde
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he told her, then leaned forward and brushed a fleeting kiss across her lips.
It was worse than static electricity, less than lightning. Sylvie took a hasty step back, and glared at him. ‘ Damn it,’ she thought.
‘Sorry.’ His thought felt both contrite and happy. ‘ Wednesday?’
‘Fine. Wednesday.’ She turned and stomped away. Damn it. What had just happened? But the curling heat was its own answer. How was it that Lucas could always do this to her?
Chapter Five
“Whoa!” Dillon protested. “What’s up with that?”
His dad had grinned at his mom. And then he’d kissed her. Oh, not a serious kiss, not like a kiss with tongue or anything. But lips had definitely touched lips.
“She left us, remember?” he pointed out to the oblivious Lucas, who gazed after Sylvie’s departing back with a half-smile still tugging at his mouth. “Shouldn’t you be mad at her?”
“You still here, Dill?” Lucas asked, his voice quiet.
Dillon tried to answer, but all he could manage to send was a “Y.”
Damn.
Ghostly exhaustion didn’t feel like physical exhaustion. He had no sore muscles or itchy eyes telling him he needed sleep, but he didn’t have enough energy left to send the signals that would generate letters on Lucas’s phone. Spelling out “she’s cool” had finished him off.
Trying to make that bitch of a girl’s phone ring in Rachel’s English class had been tricky. He knew how to send messages but powering on a phone was more challenging. It was totally worth the effort, though. Wow, Dillon was glad he hadn’t gone to an all-girls school. Rachel’s classmates were flat-out mean.
His dad looked at his phone. “Why?” he asked. “Why what?” He frowned, looking puzzled and then said, “Oh, you mean yes?”
Dillon groaned. Texting could be so annoying. “Yes, Dad,” he said, knowing that Lucas couldn’t hear him. “And you’d better answer some of my questions, too.”
“I’ve been so worried about you,” Lucas said, looking at the display on the phone. “If I’d known, if I’d had any idea—”
“Who ya’ talking to, Latimer?” The guy who’d been driving the car was back, his conversation with the police officers over.
“Long story,” Lucas answered, tucking his phone into his pocket and opening the car door. He waited, hand on the door. Sylvie was already seated in the black Mercedes and the police officers were getting back into their squad car.
Dillon felt torn between his choices. Did he want to stay with his dad or did he want to hurry and catch up to his mom? He definitely wanted more time with Sylvie—not to mention that haunting Rachel’s high school might be fun—but he wanted to talk to his dad, too.
And his dad might give him answers. Yeah, he could either spend the next two days trying to convince Sylvie he was real and hoping she didn’t throw her phone away again, or he could hang out with his dad until Wednesday night and maybe find out what had happened between his parents and why his dad had never told him about seeing his mom.
His dad it was. With one last glance at Sylvie, Dillon entered the car through the open door, then shifted through the seat and into the back. Being sat on didn’t hurt, but it made it tough to see.
The driver slid behind the wheel, saying, “Chesney’s an awfully big fish to be messing with, you know. Are you sure you want to show up on his radar?”
Dillon eyed him curiously. He was on the skinny side, with a receding hairline, a wrinkly forehead and ears that stuck out, but his face was friendly. Dillon knew he must be some kind of a cop, but he sure didn’t look it.
Lucas grimaced. “Call him what he is,” he suggested. “A shark.”
“Ha.” The other man grunted in agreement. “An octopus, maybe. Tentacles everywhere.”
“Don’t insult the octopi,” Lucas muttered. Dillon smiled. His dad always claimed that the octopus was the smartest animal in the ocean.
“Seriously, man, I was willing to
It was worse than static electricity, less than lightning. Sylvie took a hasty step back, and glared at him. ‘ Damn it,’ she thought.
‘Sorry.’ His thought felt both contrite and happy. ‘ Wednesday?’
‘Fine. Wednesday.’ She turned and stomped away. Damn it. What had just happened? But the curling heat was its own answer. How was it that Lucas could always do this to her?
Chapter Five
“Whoa!” Dillon protested. “What’s up with that?”
His dad had grinned at his mom. And then he’d kissed her. Oh, not a serious kiss, not like a kiss with tongue or anything. But lips had definitely touched lips.
“She left us, remember?” he pointed out to the oblivious Lucas, who gazed after Sylvie’s departing back with a half-smile still tugging at his mouth. “Shouldn’t you be mad at her?”
“You still here, Dill?” Lucas asked, his voice quiet.
Dillon tried to answer, but all he could manage to send was a “Y.”
Damn.
Ghostly exhaustion didn’t feel like physical exhaustion. He had no sore muscles or itchy eyes telling him he needed sleep, but he didn’t have enough energy left to send the signals that would generate letters on Lucas’s phone. Spelling out “she’s cool” had finished him off.
Trying to make that bitch of a girl’s phone ring in Rachel’s English class had been tricky. He knew how to send messages but powering on a phone was more challenging. It was totally worth the effort, though. Wow, Dillon was glad he hadn’t gone to an all-girls school. Rachel’s classmates were flat-out mean.
His dad looked at his phone. “Why?” he asked. “Why what?” He frowned, looking puzzled and then said, “Oh, you mean yes?”
Dillon groaned. Texting could be so annoying. “Yes, Dad,” he said, knowing that Lucas couldn’t hear him. “And you’d better answer some of my questions, too.”
“I’ve been so worried about you,” Lucas said, looking at the display on the phone. “If I’d known, if I’d had any idea—”
“Who ya’ talking to, Latimer?” The guy who’d been driving the car was back, his conversation with the police officers over.
“Long story,” Lucas answered, tucking his phone into his pocket and opening the car door. He waited, hand on the door. Sylvie was already seated in the black Mercedes and the police officers were getting back into their squad car.
Dillon felt torn between his choices. Did he want to stay with his dad or did he want to hurry and catch up to his mom? He definitely wanted more time with Sylvie—not to mention that haunting Rachel’s high school might be fun—but he wanted to talk to his dad, too.
And his dad might give him answers. Yeah, he could either spend the next two days trying to convince Sylvie he was real and hoping she didn’t throw her phone away again, or he could hang out with his dad until Wednesday night and maybe find out what had happened between his parents and why his dad had never told him about seeing his mom.
His dad it was. With one last glance at Sylvie, Dillon entered the car through the open door, then shifted through the seat and into the back. Being sat on didn’t hurt, but it made it tough to see.
The driver slid behind the wheel, saying, “Chesney’s an awfully big fish to be messing with, you know. Are you sure you want to show up on his radar?”
Dillon eyed him curiously. He was on the skinny side, with a receding hairline, a wrinkly forehead and ears that stuck out, but his face was friendly. Dillon knew he must be some kind of a cop, but he sure didn’t look it.
Lucas grimaced. “Call him what he is,” he suggested. “A shark.”
“Ha.” The other man grunted in agreement. “An octopus, maybe. Tentacles everywhere.”
“Don’t insult the octopi,” Lucas muttered. Dillon smiled. His dad always claimed that the octopus was the smartest animal in the ocean.
“Seriously, man, I was willing to
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