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Chapters (22)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Epilogue
  22. Teaser chapter

Tori slowly wiped off the dishes, removing the crumbs one at a time. After rinsing the plates and glasses, she looked around the kitchen for something else to occupy herself. When she heard the first snore emanating from down the hall, she knew it was safe to go to bed—except for the peace and quiet part.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Buncombe County
Later that evening

Luna could not settle down. Wiley’s eyes kept following her walking back and forth. He sighed several times. “What?” Luna squatted and looked at him. He nudged her arm. “What?” He let out another sound, but this time it was almost a groan. She sat down next to him.

“Yeah, I know, pal. Something’s gotta give with me and the marshal. But I don’t know what to do.” His ears perked up. “Sure, he’s kissed me several times, but as soon as I feel the heat and the sexual tension, I freeze up.”

Wiley got up and went for one of his tennis balls and brought it over to her. “You want to play while we’re having this important discussion?” She talked as if he were a person. To her way of thinking, they were on the same wavelength but spoke different languages. He let out a soft yelp. Then it hit her. “Play.” She needed to be more playful with Gaines. Sure, she flirted, but obviously not enough. Not enough for him to make the big move. Even a small move. They had been in each other’s “personal space” many times, feeling each other’s breath on their neck. Just thinking about it made her giddy. But tonight—the brush of his lips on her fingers—that was much more intimate than any of the kisses they had exchanged in the past. Too bad he had to get over to Cullen’s. But maybe it was better this way. She vowed she was not going to let him leave the county again without a big make-out session with her. “What do you think about that? Big make-out session next time?” Wiley gave an affirmative woof.

Now that she had made that decision, she was confident she could finally go to bed and fall asleep. Maybe even do a little soul traveling in her dreams. Some people called it astral projection. An out-of-body experience. This area of metaphysics fascinated Luna—she often felt as if she were hovering over someone when she would do a reading. It was a sense of floating.