the way? Earlier, it had only taken him a few minutes to fell that deer and feed from it.
After that, I found it impossible to keep my mind from straying back to his dream. I couldn’t help wondering if he was avoiding me for some reason.
Ruthlessly, I pushed those thoughts aside. I had no reason to doubt Bo, only a thousand and one reasons to trust him—with my heart and my life. I decided right then that if I had to remind myself of that on an hourly basis, I wouldn’t let myself forget it.
Relief flooded me when the doorbell rang. Though at first I thought it odd that Bo would ring the bell, I remembered that I’d locked the door and that he had no key.
Rushing back to the foyer, I flipped open the locks and flung wide the door, only to be greeted by two unfamiliar faces. Though neither was Bo, they were both equally stunning.
The male and female standing on the stoop were a study in beauty and contrast. My enhanced mind cataloged their features and scents in an instant, starting with the girl.
Short, dark blonde hair framed an oval face dominated by cornflower blue eyes and a mouth to die for. She was petite, but perfectly formed. Apparently, she had no qualms about showcasing her body either, as evidenced by her skin tight, low-cut jeans and thread-bare, cap-sleeved t-shirt that drew attention to her ample chest. She smelled like lavender and her smile was wide.
The guy was just as perfect and reminded me a lot of Bo, only I had to look way up to meet his eyes. The orbs were so dark a brown they appeared black, just like Bo’s. His hair was equally inky and cut shorter than I usually liked. One big difference was his skin tone. Rather than having Bo’s pale complexion, this guy’s skin was the tanned bronze of someone who loved the outdoors. And he smelled of sandalwood.
He wasn’t smiling like the girl. He was watching me, and not just casually either. He was staring at me with an intensity that made the hair on my arms stand up. It was neither a good feeling nor a bad one, just intense. Very, very intense.
“Can I help you?” I murmured politely after I’d quickly taken in every detail of their appearance.
“We are looking for someone and we were told we might find him here.”
The girl’s voice was clear and musical with just a tiny trace of an accent, one that I couldn’t readily place. It was faint, yet still detectable in the clipped cadence of her words. Also, her annunciation was carefully perfect in that way that suggested English was not her first language.
I assumed they were looking for Sebastian, and tension immediately seized the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I knew that if they were associates of his, they were no good.
“And who might that be?”
“Bjorn Dahmen, but he goes by Bo.”
My mind spun. Could it be my Bo? It had to be, didn’t it? I mean, what are the chances of two people showing up at Sebastian’s looking for another guy named Bo? Probably like a gazillion to one. However, a small, skeptical part of me insisted that I consider another statistic. What were the odds that someone might show up looking for Bo and not be somehow evil and in the employ of Sebastian? Probably another gazillion to one.
I was immediately on high alert.
“I’m sorry. There’s no one here by that name.”
The couple glanced at one another and then back at me, the girl’s smile widening.
“I am sure it seems rather odd that two strangers show up on your doorstep looking for Bo, but I can assure you that Bo and I have a long history. I have been looking for him for many years. You see, we grew up together.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good, but I still don’t know who you’re talking about. There’s no Bo here.”
The girl chuckled and resituated the bag that was slung over her shoulder.
“One thing you will soon learn about me is that I am an excellent lie detector and I know you are lying.
After that, I found it impossible to keep my mind from straying back to his dream. I couldn’t help wondering if he was avoiding me for some reason.
Ruthlessly, I pushed those thoughts aside. I had no reason to doubt Bo, only a thousand and one reasons to trust him—with my heart and my life. I decided right then that if I had to remind myself of that on an hourly basis, I wouldn’t let myself forget it.
Relief flooded me when the doorbell rang. Though at first I thought it odd that Bo would ring the bell, I remembered that I’d locked the door and that he had no key.
Rushing back to the foyer, I flipped open the locks and flung wide the door, only to be greeted by two unfamiliar faces. Though neither was Bo, they were both equally stunning.
The male and female standing on the stoop were a study in beauty and contrast. My enhanced mind cataloged their features and scents in an instant, starting with the girl.
Short, dark blonde hair framed an oval face dominated by cornflower blue eyes and a mouth to die for. She was petite, but perfectly formed. Apparently, she had no qualms about showcasing her body either, as evidenced by her skin tight, low-cut jeans and thread-bare, cap-sleeved t-shirt that drew attention to her ample chest. She smelled like lavender and her smile was wide.
The guy was just as perfect and reminded me a lot of Bo, only I had to look way up to meet his eyes. The orbs were so dark a brown they appeared black, just like Bo’s. His hair was equally inky and cut shorter than I usually liked. One big difference was his skin tone. Rather than having Bo’s pale complexion, this guy’s skin was the tanned bronze of someone who loved the outdoors. And he smelled of sandalwood.
He wasn’t smiling like the girl. He was watching me, and not just casually either. He was staring at me with an intensity that made the hair on my arms stand up. It was neither a good feeling nor a bad one, just intense. Very, very intense.
“Can I help you?” I murmured politely after I’d quickly taken in every detail of their appearance.
“We are looking for someone and we were told we might find him here.”
The girl’s voice was clear and musical with just a tiny trace of an accent, one that I couldn’t readily place. It was faint, yet still detectable in the clipped cadence of her words. Also, her annunciation was carefully perfect in that way that suggested English was not her first language.
I assumed they were looking for Sebastian, and tension immediately seized the muscles in my neck and shoulders. I knew that if they were associates of his, they were no good.
“And who might that be?”
“Bjorn Dahmen, but he goes by Bo.”
My mind spun. Could it be my Bo? It had to be, didn’t it? I mean, what are the chances of two people showing up at Sebastian’s looking for another guy named Bo? Probably like a gazillion to one. However, a small, skeptical part of me insisted that I consider another statistic. What were the odds that someone might show up looking for Bo and not be somehow evil and in the employ of Sebastian? Probably another gazillion to one.
I was immediately on high alert.
“I’m sorry. There’s no one here by that name.”
The couple glanced at one another and then back at me, the girl’s smile widening.
“I am sure it seems rather odd that two strangers show up on your doorstep looking for Bo, but I can assure you that Bo and I have a long history. I have been looking for him for many years. You see, we grew up together.”
“Well, that’s all fine and good, but I still don’t know who you’re talking about. There’s no Bo here.”
The girl chuckled and resituated the bag that was slung over her shoulder.
“One thing you will soon learn about me is that I am an excellent lie detector and I know you are lying.
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