rather
than asked.
“Aye.”
“Which means you think we’ll be together
long enough for me to get used to it.”
Thane grinned. “Aye, lass, I do.”
She shook her head. “You’re really
intense.”
“Am I?” he asked, but he was still
grinning.
“You know you are.”
“Am I frightening you?”
“Honestly?” Sydney rolled her eyes. “No.
Which is weird, but I feel a connection to you that seems to defy
logic.”
“Aye, lass, it does.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And you know
why.”
Thane grinned. “Aye, lass, I do.”
“Are you going to explain?”
He nodded. “But not here.”
“Hmm, that sounds very mysterious. Are you
an international spy?”
“Shhh, keep your voice down,” he whispered,
a cheeky grin on his face. “They’ll find me.”
Sydney giggled. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, no, we wouldn’t.” He linked his fingers
with hers. “I’ll explain everything in time. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She squeezed his hand. “As strange as
that is, I do.”
“It’s not strange.”
“Crap!” she whispered when she caught sight
of her watch. “I’m afraid I have to get home. I am Cinderella after
all.”
“Right,” Thane said. “Sorry, love.”
“No, it’s okay. I appreciate you humoring my
uncle, even if I feel like a teen on prom night. I hate having a
curfew.”
“It won’t be forever.” Thane stood and
helped Sydney with her jacket. He smiled and leaned down for a
quick kiss. “Tomorrow I’ll take you up in the Eye.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Terrified of heights,” she admitted. “I’m
happy to skip that attraction.”
He chuckled. “No problem. We’ll find
something else to do.”
“Lucy wants me to meet her new man. Want to
double?”
“That might work. We’ll talk about it
tomorrow.”
Sydney nodded and followed him out of the
restaurant. They were met by paparazzi and fans, but Thane made
quick work of getting into the waiting car, and then they were off.
The driver pulled up to her home twenty minutes later and Thane
walked her to the door.
“I hate that we’re cutting this short, but
if you need me, call me.”
She giggled. “I think I can survive a night
without hearing your voice.”
“Okay, maybe I’ll call you, then.”
“Silly man.” Sydney kissed him gently. “I’ll
see you tomorrow.”
Thane nodded and Sydney let herself inside,
locking the door behind her. She waved out the side window and
Thane headed to the car. As soon as he was inside, she climbed the
stairs to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She was in love. As
stupid as that sounded, it was true. She was in trouble.
CHAPTER SIX
S YDNEY?
Sydney sat straight up, a chill running down
her spine. “What?”
She’d been teetering on the edge of
wakefulness and sleep, so close to falling over the side and
passing out, but then she heard a voice.
Were you sleeping?
She squeaked and sat up on her knees.
“Hello?”
Don’t be frightened, lass.
“I’m hearing voices and you’re telling me
not to be frightened?”
Technically, it’s just one voice.
“Oh my word,” she breathed. “Who are you?
No, don’t answer that. Holy crap, I’m talking to myself.”
A masculine chuckle sounded in her mind. No, love, you’re talking to me .
Sydney closed her eyes and took several deep
breaths. Please don’t kill me, freaky Jason .
I quite liked that movie.
Thane?
Aye, lass.
“Stop,” she hissed. “Just stop.”
“Sid? You okay?” Lucy called, and
knocked.
“Yeah, sorry. Must have had a bad
dream.”
Lucy pushed open the door. “Mum and Dad just
got home. Do you want to join us for a movie?”
“I’m actually really tired. Rain check?”
“Of course.” Lucy smiled. “Good night.”
“’Night,” Sydney said, and flopped back onto
the pillows as Lucy pulled the door closed.
I didn’t mean to frighten you, love.
Says the man who keeps talking to me in my head!
Well, now that you’ve got the hang of
it…
Oh,
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