My Soul Laid Bare: Book 4 (The Soul Keeper Series)

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Happy Birthday Sam,” a smile lights up her face and makes my heart skip a full beat or two.
    “ Thanks. Ethan’s looking good up there. He’s come along way this summer.”
    “ I know. I couldn’t be more proud of him. Did you need the pen? Ethan you can go ahead and return your horse back. Make sure to brush him off.” She directs the last half to the boy, and he dismounts and leads his mare back.
    “ Man Ethan, I can’t get over how much you’ve improved. We might just have to keep you around.” I give him a knuckle bump and watch as his chest pumps up with pride.
    I turn back to Cat to answer her. “Um, no actually… I was wondering if you had any plans tonight.”
    “ You’re not going to have me work another double are you?”
    “ What? No!” Crap! This was a major bad idea. I’m practically her boss. This could turn into some kind of sexual harassment lawsuit or something.
    Just do it. “Do you want to be my date tonight? Dad’s taking us to dinner. Then I’m taking the girls to the festival in town.”
    “ You bet your ass I do!”
    I laugh at her choice of words.
    “I mean yes.”
    I swear I hear her mutter, “It took you long enough,” under her breath.
    “ Great, I’ll pick you up at five.”
    “ It’s a date.” She gives me the thumbs up. Cat is so down to earth and easy going. I don’t know why I didn’t ask her sooner.
    That evening, I pull up to her house and knock on the door. I’ve always liked this little cabin. It’s got a modern design to it, setting it apart from the norm. It sits square behind the small lake that runs along the back part of our property. I remember bringing Brennen here last Thanksgiving and carrying her over the threshold like we were newlyweds. The thought tears fresh wounds into my heart. It's as if I'm right back standing on the sidewalk watching Elijah sink over her body as they indulge in a kiss so passionate that I was almost embarrassed to be watching. I recognized her face right before his lips covered hers, and it was if the moment froze and went in slow agonizing, heart shredding motion.
    Cat opens the door and invites me in for a minute. She takes my mind right out of the refuge and into her world; a world I could die happy in. I take her all in before she slips away to her bedroom to grab her shoes. I’ve never seen her dressed up before or with makeup. She’s beautiful covered in dust and a stringy ponytail, but tonight, she’s stunning. Those mint green eyes capture my breath and hold it hostage for a good five minutes before giving it back. She’s wearing a bright pink silky dress that shows off her slim figure. Her arms are toned and her legs too. I finally notice Cat for the knock out she is. It’s as if I’d just been issued twenty-twenty vision from being blind. She pops back into the room dangling two strappy heels from one finger like she was showing off a trophy.
    “You look very pretty.” I finally managed to compliment her without sticking my foot in my mouth, and a sigh of relief escapes my lips.  I open the door, and she brushes past me. She smells of soft Ivory soap and lemon shampoo. I wish she would have lingered a bit longer, so I could take in every nuance.
    “ Thank you. You clean up pretty nice yourself.” I help her into the truck, and she sits in the middle seat. A nauseating feeling runs through me because that was Brennen’s favorite spot to ride, nestled under my arm. I clench my jaw and try and shake the moment away like dust on a rug.
    “ So how old where you when you moved to the states?”
    “ I was nine-teen. My parents and I had a big falling out about my celebrity status. They would never let me go anywhere. They acted like I would be run off the road by paparazzi. The fame fades pretty quickly in our line of sport, but they never eased up. It got to be too much to bear, so I moved here to start my own life. We haven’t spoken much since. I call them every once and a while to let them know I’m

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