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just found out today. I could hook you up—if you want.”
Valleys formed in her brow. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on. You just said how lonely you get.”
“I don’t know,” she repeated and snuggled up to my side and laced her fingers in mine. “We’ll see.”
We huddled together on the couch. Yes, watching Jimmy Stewart in her favorite movie of all time. But my mind wandered out into the dusk that was falling around my little house, and the uninsured $15,000 crumpled T-bird. The totaled car was the least of worries. Thomas was still out there, and with him, loath as it was, was the truth of what happened to my parents.
Chapter 8 Fighter
Despite feeling a little like a creeper, I delved into Ivy’s mind as she slept on the couch beside me, and absorbed the much needed delta waves my body was craving. It truly did make me feel like a vampire. But I discovered that it really was easy to collect the energy I needed without peeping into her memories and dreams. Though, I had to admit all those bright, flashing, colorful impulses were very inviting.
Ivy grudgingly left the next morning, only because she had a mid-day shift at Cash’s. After waving goodbye, I loaded Eddy up in the car and headed for Sabre’s place. I pined over the glossy red convertible. It hadn’t been in my plan to wreck it the first day…or even the second. Now that I thought about it, the purchase had been a form of retail therapy. My costliest ever. I was sure Mom and Dad would not approve.
Eddy and I tumbled out of the CX9 in front of the garage. His nose hit the ground and stuck there as he snuffled out heady scents left by squirrels and quail. His exuberant tracking bubbled a giggle from inside me.
Eddyson! Stay close!
The beagle pup’s head whipped around and he tilted his head to the side in question. “You heard me. Stay close,” I told him. His head cocked the other direction, then he continued with his exploration, casting a glance over his shoulder every few steps to locate me.
Sabre strolled out of the garage with the same questioning gaze, his face wan and weary. “Well, hey there beautiful. Here to kick some ass and take some names?”
“Ha. Yeah, don’t really give a shit about the names. But ass-kicking? I’m all on that.”
Sabre chuckled. “There’s a heavy bag in the shop. Beat it all to hell if you want. Better that than an expensive car.”
I snarled at him. Yeah. Whatever.
“Eddy, come come.” The pup ignored me. Beagles were famous for being headstrong. Eddyson! Come! That seemed to break his trance, and he lollopped over to my side and waggled his rear half. He shadowed me into the garage and resumed his exploration into every cob-webbed nook and dust-filled cranny.
Taking off my jacket, I settled into a combat stance and proceeded to kick the crap out of Sabre’s punching bag.
“You should get some time in on the speed bag, too,” Sabre suggested.
“Hmph,” I grunted between blows.
After a long silence, pierced only by the hammering of my fists to the leather bag, Sabre finally asked, “You gonna stay mad forever?”
I hugged the swaying bag against me. “If I want to.”
This time, Sabre hmph ’ed. “And yet—here you are.”
I scowled and resumed my assault on the heavy bag with a vengeance. “Yeah. Here I am.”
Sabre continued to tinker and putter around the garage. I caught him
Valleys formed in her brow. “I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on. You just said how lonely you get.”
“I don’t know,” she repeated and snuggled up to my side and laced her fingers in mine. “We’ll see.”
We huddled together on the couch. Yes, watching Jimmy Stewart in her favorite movie of all time. But my mind wandered out into the dusk that was falling around my little house, and the uninsured $15,000 crumpled T-bird. The totaled car was the least of worries. Thomas was still out there, and with him, loath as it was, was the truth of what happened to my parents.
Chapter 8 Fighter
Despite feeling a little like a creeper, I delved into Ivy’s mind as she slept on the couch beside me, and absorbed the much needed delta waves my body was craving. It truly did make me feel like a vampire. But I discovered that it really was easy to collect the energy I needed without peeping into her memories and dreams. Though, I had to admit all those bright, flashing, colorful impulses were very inviting.
Ivy grudgingly left the next morning, only because she had a mid-day shift at Cash’s. After waving goodbye, I loaded Eddy up in the car and headed for Sabre’s place. I pined over the glossy red convertible. It hadn’t been in my plan to wreck it the first day…or even the second. Now that I thought about it, the purchase had been a form of retail therapy. My costliest ever. I was sure Mom and Dad would not approve.
Eddy and I tumbled out of the CX9 in front of the garage. His nose hit the ground and stuck there as he snuffled out heady scents left by squirrels and quail. His exuberant tracking bubbled a giggle from inside me.
Eddyson! Stay close!
The beagle pup’s head whipped around and he tilted his head to the side in question. “You heard me. Stay close,” I told him. His head cocked the other direction, then he continued with his exploration, casting a glance over his shoulder every few steps to locate me.
Sabre strolled out of the garage with the same questioning gaze, his face wan and weary. “Well, hey there beautiful. Here to kick some ass and take some names?”
“Ha. Yeah, don’t really give a shit about the names. But ass-kicking? I’m all on that.”
Sabre chuckled. “There’s a heavy bag in the shop. Beat it all to hell if you want. Better that than an expensive car.”
I snarled at him. Yeah. Whatever.
“Eddy, come come.” The pup ignored me. Beagles were famous for being headstrong. Eddyson! Come! That seemed to break his trance, and he lollopped over to my side and waggled his rear half. He shadowed me into the garage and resumed his exploration into every cob-webbed nook and dust-filled cranny.
Taking off my jacket, I settled into a combat stance and proceeded to kick the crap out of Sabre’s punching bag.
“You should get some time in on the speed bag, too,” Sabre suggested.
“Hmph,” I grunted between blows.
After a long silence, pierced only by the hammering of my fists to the leather bag, Sabre finally asked, “You gonna stay mad forever?”
I hugged the swaying bag against me. “If I want to.”
This time, Sabre hmph ’ed. “And yet—here you are.”
I scowled and resumed my assault on the heavy bag with a vengeance. “Yeah. Here I am.”
Sabre continued to tinker and putter around the garage. I caught him
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