Read Online Heroes 'Til Curfew (Talent Chronicles #2) by Susan Bischoff - Free Book Online Page A

guys by yourself, if there’s a next
time.”
    “My dad didn’t think it was so cool.”
    “I’m not your dad.”
    Well duh.
    “The firebug was Tony D’Attaviano—Marco’s
cousin. He was a senior when we were freshmen. Real dick. He and
Marco like to make trouble together. Last year they made Rob use
his Talent to make all these fake orders over the internet that
showed as paid. Then they got all this stereo equipment delivered
to Tony’s house, which they then sold for profit.”
    “Nice.”
    “That thing with Bella kind of freaks me
out. I wonder if you can see her when she’s…out of body.”
    “Don’t like the idea of not being the only
invisible guy around?”
    “I guess not. Now that I think about it,
it’s kind of creepy, huh?”
    “Invisibility? On Bella maybe. But unless
you decide you’re going to go be a lookout for Marco—” Oh my
God, can I just curl up and die right now?
    “Again? No, thanks.”
    “You know, I think I took a blow to the head
last night.” I reached up and rubbed at my skull, partly just to
hide how red my face was. “The part of my brain that’s supposed to
keep me from saying stupid stuff is damaged.”
    Dylan’s hand covered mine. “Right here?
Yeah, I think I feel a lump. You know, I was born without that
brain center, and they tell me it’s possible to live a long, full
life.” His hand slid away, skimming my hair like he had wanted to
touch it.
    “Well, that’s a relief.” If I don’t die
from embarrassment. Even my voice was absurdly high and
breathy.
    “Joss?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You’re…okay, right?”
    “Um, yeah.” Why so serious?
    Dylan’s hands twisted around each other
between his knees. “When I talked to Heather, she said that you
were really scared.”
    “I was. But that’s all over with.”
    “And she implied that Marco and Jeff wanted
to…hurt you.”
    “Well, that’s no surpris—oh. Oh. No. That
did not happen.”
    “Would you tell me?”
    And have you run off and commit
Marco-induced suicide? No, not likely.
    “Nothing like that happened. They marched me
over to the factory, shoved me around some, said some rude things,
but that was the extent of it.”
    Dylan blew out a breath and raked both his
hands through his hair, neither of which seemed to do anything for
his tension level. I couldn’t think of anything to say that might
put him at ease, partly because I wasn’t even really sure what it
was all about.
    Did he really feel that strongly about me?
But that didn’t make sense. If he did, why didn’t he say anything?
Obviously he cared, right? He kept hanging around, showing
interest…Clearly he had some kind of feelings for me. Did guys get
this intense over girls they’re just friends with?
    Or maybe I was supposed to say something?
Maybe I was supposed to give him some kind of sign. Like what? This
sucked. It should not be this complicated. Either he was interested
or he wasn’t right? How much longer was I going to keep making
myself crazy trying to figure this out?
    “Do you ever think of me as more than a
friend?”
    I stopped myself from clamping my hands over
my mouth. Just barely. It was too late anyway. My stupid question
was already out there, hanging in the air between us.
    Dylan grabbed me, just grabbed me, and his
mouth was on mine. And oh, God, it was just like I
remembered it, only more intense. His lips ground so hard against
mine I could feel his teeth behind them. He had one hand in my
hair, cupping the back of head so that I couldn’t have pulled back
if I’d wanted to. I didn’t. If anything, I just wanted more. I
wanted to climb inside of him. I was practically in his lap, with a
death grip on his collar, and his arm was wrapped around me to keep
me there.
    Everything in the world was just this
moment. Everything was Dylan. I didn’t even have enough brain to
worry if I was doing it right, I just kissed him back, and kissed
him, and thought I might die if I couldn’t get closer to him.