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on this new demon, her heartbeat already quickening.
Adriana started to explain but Rico interrupted her. “I think that’s all we need to talk about tonight, Kate.” He moved over to her and pushed her gently from the kitchen, taking her toward the stairs. He paused when he reached the bottom and took her face in his hands, making her face him. Kate’s heart fluttered in her throat.
“Promise me that you won’t go snooping around about this. I know you’re curious but we’re doing what we need to do in order to make sure that you’re okay. Do you promise me that?”
Kate just nodded, at a loss for words. All she could think about was the fact that Rico’s hands really were soft and rough at the same time. It had been hard to determine whether it was the truth when he had touched her before. The other times had all seemed to pass by quickly. This time she was caught in time. Kate’s mind was cluttered, swirling around the things that she was afraid of, the things she didn’t want to happen to her, and the things that she wanted a lot of right now. The first thing on the list of things she wanted was Rico’s rough hands tangled with hers.
Chapter 8
Kate woke up alone the next morning; a note scribbled and tossed on Adriana’s pillow let her know that she and Rico would be back before lunch. Kate found herself milling around the kitchen after she showered, her freshly dried curls tumbling over her shoulders. Kate’s cream top was cut low in the back and was held together by a thin ribbon tied at her waist. Kate couldn’t help but think that Adriana would appreciate this top a little bit more than the others because of the black ribbon, and especially because it was paired with black cotton shorts.
Kate found a frying pan and pancake mix in the huge kitchen. She crossed her fingers as she looked for blueberries in the fridge, and was pleased to find some. She set to work, expertly mixing the ingredients, adding in the dash of vanilla her mother always used to sweeten up the recipe. When Kate finished cooking, she sat down in one of the mismatched chairs at the dining room table to eat.
Behind her a door opened but Kate wouldn’t turn around, afraid of looking too eager to see Rico, afraid of giving Adriana the satisfaction of watching her suffocate in front of him.
“Who are you?” someone asked.
K ate turned, not recognizing the voice that asked her such a simple question. Her eyes found a young man that looked to be about twenty-five. He had a deep tan and sandy hair that was messy, yet short. His eyes, however, lent truth to the fact that he was older than he looked, and Kate guessed that he must be Adriana’s father.
“I’m Kate,” she said. “I spent the night here last night since you weren’t here. Adriana didn’t want to be alone so she asked me to come over. I hope that it was alright for me to stay here,” she added, not wanting to seem rude.
The man smiled and moved toward the table. He caught sight of the stack of blueberry pancakes and pointed at them before speaking. “If you’re sharing those you can come back anytime, sweetheart.” He laughed and sat down.
“Of course,” Kate said, gesturing to the pile, showing him that he could have as many as he wanted. She grinned as he picked one up with his fingers, folded it twice, and popped the entire thing in his mouth. When he finished chewing it, he praised Kate, telling her that it was the best blueberry pancake he had ever had in his life.
“That’s not very nice,” Adriana joked as she joined them at the table. “You should try telling me that my pancakes are good, Dad. I might have to stop cooking for you if you’d prefer Kate’s cooking,” she added with a smile.
Adriana looked at Kate’s outfit then, and winked in approval. “Dad, this is Kate. Kate, this is my dad, Donovan.”
“ Sweetheart, Kate and I have met already but thank you for the introductions. I haven’t found the
Adriana started to explain but Rico interrupted her. “I think that’s all we need to talk about tonight, Kate.” He moved over to her and pushed her gently from the kitchen, taking her toward the stairs. He paused when he reached the bottom and took her face in his hands, making her face him. Kate’s heart fluttered in her throat.
“Promise me that you won’t go snooping around about this. I know you’re curious but we’re doing what we need to do in order to make sure that you’re okay. Do you promise me that?”
Kate just nodded, at a loss for words. All she could think about was the fact that Rico’s hands really were soft and rough at the same time. It had been hard to determine whether it was the truth when he had touched her before. The other times had all seemed to pass by quickly. This time she was caught in time. Kate’s mind was cluttered, swirling around the things that she was afraid of, the things she didn’t want to happen to her, and the things that she wanted a lot of right now. The first thing on the list of things she wanted was Rico’s rough hands tangled with hers.
Chapter 8
Kate woke up alone the next morning; a note scribbled and tossed on Adriana’s pillow let her know that she and Rico would be back before lunch. Kate found herself milling around the kitchen after she showered, her freshly dried curls tumbling over her shoulders. Kate’s cream top was cut low in the back and was held together by a thin ribbon tied at her waist. Kate couldn’t help but think that Adriana would appreciate this top a little bit more than the others because of the black ribbon, and especially because it was paired with black cotton shorts.
Kate found a frying pan and pancake mix in the huge kitchen. She crossed her fingers as she looked for blueberries in the fridge, and was pleased to find some. She set to work, expertly mixing the ingredients, adding in the dash of vanilla her mother always used to sweeten up the recipe. When Kate finished cooking, she sat down in one of the mismatched chairs at the dining room table to eat.
Behind her a door opened but Kate wouldn’t turn around, afraid of looking too eager to see Rico, afraid of giving Adriana the satisfaction of watching her suffocate in front of him.
“Who are you?” someone asked.
K ate turned, not recognizing the voice that asked her such a simple question. Her eyes found a young man that looked to be about twenty-five. He had a deep tan and sandy hair that was messy, yet short. His eyes, however, lent truth to the fact that he was older than he looked, and Kate guessed that he must be Adriana’s father.
“I’m Kate,” she said. “I spent the night here last night since you weren’t here. Adriana didn’t want to be alone so she asked me to come over. I hope that it was alright for me to stay here,” she added, not wanting to seem rude.
The man smiled and moved toward the table. He caught sight of the stack of blueberry pancakes and pointed at them before speaking. “If you’re sharing those you can come back anytime, sweetheart.” He laughed and sat down.
“Of course,” Kate said, gesturing to the pile, showing him that he could have as many as he wanted. She grinned as he picked one up with his fingers, folded it twice, and popped the entire thing in his mouth. When he finished chewing it, he praised Kate, telling her that it was the best blueberry pancake he had ever had in his life.
“That’s not very nice,” Adriana joked as she joined them at the table. “You should try telling me that my pancakes are good, Dad. I might have to stop cooking for you if you’d prefer Kate’s cooking,” she added with a smile.
Adriana looked at Kate’s outfit then, and winked in approval. “Dad, this is Kate. Kate, this is my dad, Donovan.”
“ Sweetheart, Kate and I have met already but thank you for the introductions. I haven’t found the
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