Read Online Inbetween (Kissed by Death, #1) by Tara Fuller - Free Book Online Page A

guy yet?”
    I wished I could stop thinking about him. Yeah, he’d saved my life, but did that require that every thought be devoted to the guy? Couldn’t I just bake him a pie or something? I blinked and there he was again. Green eyes wide, amazed and nervous all at the same time. Something in my chest fluttered.
    You’d be dead if it weren’t for him.
    Part of me couldn’t help but think it would be over if it weren’t for him. I didn’t know whether to be angry or grateful.
    “What new guy?” Cash asked.
    “The one I sort of met in the quad today,” I said. “He saved me from being squished.”
    “You mean the someone who knocked you out of the way?” He looked like he was fighting a smile. “So he’s a guy?”
    “Yeah, I think he must be new. I’ve never seen him before.” I think.
    “I don’t think I’ve met him. What did he look like?”
    I shrugged, feeling my face flush. “I don’t know.” I bit my lip, stalling. “About your height. Kind of short brown hair, green eyes…” I averted my eyes. “Cute.”
    “Do you like him?” Cash finally broke into a full-on grin. “Of course you do! He saved you. Chicks love that crap. Does this mean you’re actually going to go on a real date now?”
    “Can we talk about something else? Please?”
    “You’re no fun.”
    I laughed. “If I’m not fun, why do you keep coming back?”
    “I ask myself that every day.” I punched him in the arm and he chuckled. “Hey, you’re coming to the senior bonfire thing tonight, right? Maybe your new boyfriend will be there.”
    “No way. I’m not going to that.” I frowned. “And he’s not my boyfriend.”
    Cash groaned and fiddled with the beaded hemp bracelet I’d made him while he was at summer camp, like, four years ago. I couldn’t fathom why he still wore the stupid thing. The guys at school gave him hell for it.
    “You have to. You’re the yearbook photographer. You owe it to your fellow seniors to document these memories,” he said.
    “I seriously doubt they want me documenting their booze binges and beer-goggle hookups.”
    “You can Photoshop the beer bottles out. And as for the embarrassing hookups…you wouldn’t deny me that kind of entertainment, would you?” He grinned. “Think of all the blackmail opportunities.”
    “I have a better idea.” I held out my camera. “Why don’t you take this and document all the debauchery you want.”
    “Me? I don’t know how to work that thing.” He nudged my camera away. “I create art with my hands, not machinery.”
    I sighed and let the camera fall into my lap. “You should probably go to school. I’m not going to be a lot of fun today. I’ve got to figure out a way to fix these stupid pictures.”
    He picked up my camera and turned it over in his hands. “What’s wrong with them?”
    “They’re ruined.” I moved over so he could sit next to me on the bed. “Well, some of them anyway. I think my camera is busted.”
    “What’s wrong with them?” His eyebrows drew together as he studied the pictures. “The spots?”
    “Yeah. There.” I pointed to the unusually large ball of translucent white light at the corner of the screen. I grabbed the stack of pictures I’d printed last week and picked out the few that had the spot. “These, too.”
    Cash held a photo up to the light. “You know what these look like, don’t you?”
    “No. Enlighten me.”
    “Orbs,” he said. “My aunt is really into this stuff. She went on a haunted tour at an old abandoned tuberculosis hospital in Kentucky last year. Got all kinds of pictures like these.”
    I snatched one of the pictures and studied the spot. “What are they supposed to be?”
    “I don’t know.” He tossed the picture back onto my bed and laced his fingers behind his head. “Ghosts, I guess.”
    I swallowed the odd sensation in my throat. My stomach fluttered.
    Dad.
    Could it be him? If it wasn’t him…no, it had to be him. I didn’t want to think about what