Read Online Kissing the Werewolf - An Izzy Cooper Novel by Kendra Ashe - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kendra Ashe
Ads: Link
be some kind of music playing, like maybe an old classic rock tune or some heavy metal?
There was no music at all. Of course that didn’t mean anything. Aaron frequently muted the music so it couldn’t be heard, except for on the radio.
There might not have been any music, but the room wasn’t completely silent either. I could hear the distinct sound of mumbling.
Uncle Aaron must be talking to himself again, or perhaps Muriel had decided to make her presence known to the Warlock of Shipwreck Point.
Deciding it would be less of a risk to barge in, and probably a lot more fun when I caught Aaron talking to himself, that’s exactly what I did.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my uncle wasn’t talking to himself. He was actually having a conversation with someone else, and that someone else was Elias. They were both standing near one of the huge windows that surrounded the lantern room.
As soon as those sexy - mysterious eyes fell on me, I felt about two inches tall, like I’d just been caught spying.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, nearly swallowing my tongue.
A smile touched Elias’s kissable lips and he gave me an abrupt nod. “No problem. I was on my way out.”
That’s when I noticed my heart beating a little faster, but I couldn’t’ be sure if it was because I’d just come face to face with the heartthrob of Mystique Island, or because he was leaving.
It took some effort, but I managed to make my tongue work. “Hello … and goodbye, I guess.”
Damn I was such a nerd!
Why couldn’t the words come to me as easily as they did Annabelle?
When my sister talked with a guy, she could pour it on as thick as honey, and still sound unbelievably awesome.
Not me. If there were a hot guy anywhere in the same vicinity as myself, I would put my foot in my mouth every time.
Before I could recover the slightest amount of cool, Elias was already gone.
Once his alpha highness was no longer pushing my hormones into overdrive, I became suspicious.
“What did Elias want?” I asked my uncle, who was at that very moment, staring at me like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
This was a stupid place to meet with Elias if he wanted to keep it secret. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know my office was in the basement.
Uncle Aaron was weird, but he was the kind of weird you couldn’t help but love.
Aaron Osborn was stuck in 1987, and had no desire to catch up to the rest of us. He always dressed as if he were on his way to a 80s, hair metal concert.
At fifty years old, he still wore his hair long, with a mullet cut on top. He even wore eyeliner, which for some reason didn’t seem quite as morbid as it did when the medical examiner did it.
Maybe it was because Uncle Aaron’s hair was naturally dark, so he didn’t have to dye it. At least he hadn’t started dyeing it yet, but every time I saw him, I noticed a few more gray hairs. It might be only a matter of time before he turned to a box of quick fix.
“Well this is a surprise … but a pleasant one,” he added quickly.
It was then I noticed the spyglass in his hand.
“Um … what did Elias want?” I asked again. “And what were you guys looking at?”
It would have been easy, maybe even appropriate, for him to tell me it was none of my business, but one could always try. Actually, it was my job to be nosey.
Aaron’s meaty face twisted into a scowl. “Are you planning to bring me in for questioning? If not … I don’t think I have to tell you what we were doing.”
At this point I wasn’t sure if he was just being difficult, or really trying to hide something. Aaron had a major attitude about my FBI status, even more so than the rest of the town. It wasn’t completely out of the question that he was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.
Placing one hand on my hip, I glared at him with my most evil - demon look. “What were you two up to?”
“Ah! You see!” he yelled, pointing an
There was no music at all. Of course that didn’t mean anything. Aaron frequently muted the music so it couldn’t be heard, except for on the radio.
There might not have been any music, but the room wasn’t completely silent either. I could hear the distinct sound of mumbling.
Uncle Aaron must be talking to himself again, or perhaps Muriel had decided to make her presence known to the Warlock of Shipwreck Point.
Deciding it would be less of a risk to barge in, and probably a lot more fun when I caught Aaron talking to himself, that’s exactly what I did.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that my uncle wasn’t talking to himself. He was actually having a conversation with someone else, and that someone else was Elias. They were both standing near one of the huge windows that surrounded the lantern room.
As soon as those sexy - mysterious eyes fell on me, I felt about two inches tall, like I’d just been caught spying.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, nearly swallowing my tongue.
A smile touched Elias’s kissable lips and he gave me an abrupt nod. “No problem. I was on my way out.”
That’s when I noticed my heart beating a little faster, but I couldn’t’ be sure if it was because I’d just come face to face with the heartthrob of Mystique Island, or because he was leaving.
It took some effort, but I managed to make my tongue work. “Hello … and goodbye, I guess.”
Damn I was such a nerd!
Why couldn’t the words come to me as easily as they did Annabelle?
When my sister talked with a guy, she could pour it on as thick as honey, and still sound unbelievably awesome.
Not me. If there were a hot guy anywhere in the same vicinity as myself, I would put my foot in my mouth every time.
Before I could recover the slightest amount of cool, Elias was already gone.
Once his alpha highness was no longer pushing my hormones into overdrive, I became suspicious.
“What did Elias want?” I asked my uncle, who was at that very moment, staring at me like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
This was a stupid place to meet with Elias if he wanted to keep it secret. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know my office was in the basement.
Uncle Aaron was weird, but he was the kind of weird you couldn’t help but love.
Aaron Osborn was stuck in 1987, and had no desire to catch up to the rest of us. He always dressed as if he were on his way to a 80s, hair metal concert.
At fifty years old, he still wore his hair long, with a mullet cut on top. He even wore eyeliner, which for some reason didn’t seem quite as morbid as it did when the medical examiner did it.
Maybe it was because Uncle Aaron’s hair was naturally dark, so he didn’t have to dye it. At least he hadn’t started dyeing it yet, but every time I saw him, I noticed a few more gray hairs. It might be only a matter of time before he turned to a box of quick fix.
“Well this is a surprise … but a pleasant one,” he added quickly.
It was then I noticed the spyglass in his hand.
“Um … what did Elias want?” I asked again. “And what were you guys looking at?”
It would have been easy, maybe even appropriate, for him to tell me it was none of my business, but one could always try. Actually, it was my job to be nosey.
Aaron’s meaty face twisted into a scowl. “Are you planning to bring me in for questioning? If not … I don’t think I have to tell you what we were doing.”
At this point I wasn’t sure if he was just being difficult, or really trying to hide something. Aaron had a major attitude about my FBI status, even more so than the rest of the town. It wasn’t completely out of the question that he was just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.
Placing one hand on my hip, I glared at him with my most evil - demon look. “What were you two up to?”
“Ah! You see!” he yelled, pointing an
Similar Books
