Read Angel Of Mercy (Cambions #3) for Free Online Page B

of the sleeve. Unlike the jeans, the price tag on the shirt hadn’t been cut off. The sales clerk must have made an error here. The tag read with one too many numbers for a simple tee-shirt. I didn’t bother with the sweater, I was sure to find more of the same.
    “Look,” I said to Luke. “This price is crazy for this top.”
    He waved me off. “It’s done. I’m not taking it back.”
    “What if it doesn’t fit? I asked, trying to figure a way out of this. If the tee-shirt cost that much, the jeans probably cost at least triple that.
    “Try it on,” he said.
    I picked up the jeans and started to head upstairs. “Wait,” he said, taking me by the elbow. “There’s no one here but us.”
    His eyes simmered with forbidden things that hadn’t surfaced much when he looked at me. Licking my lips, I called his bluff.  I quickly chucked the boxer shorts he gave me still covered by the shirt I wore.
    “Wait,” he said again and walked over to the packages. He pulled one that was smaller than the others. Handing it to me, he said, “You might need this.”
    I opened the bag. If I thought his reasons were to get me out of my clothes, I was wrong. Inside the bag were undergarments. Specifically a bra, which I wasn’t wearing. Deciding I would show him we girls had hidden talents, leaving the price tag on because I wasn’t yet sure it would fit, I clasped it closed underneath my shirt. I reached through my sleeves to get the straps over each arm. Then, I pulled the shirt off to stand in front of him in just a bra and panties when his cell phone went off.
    Moving slowly, the phone rang four times before he finally answered. It didn’t take a genius to know who would be on the other end. “Hi Mrs. McCallister,” Luke said, trying to sound cheerful.
    Then he handed the phone to me without another word. I could hear my mom still ranting. “Hi, Mom.”
    “Mercy McKayla Moore,” she shouted in the way only moms could without actually raising their voice.
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, ran through my head. “Yes,” I answered.
    “Where Are You?” she demanded, enunciated each word.
    No point in lying, I replied in a tone that I hoped came across as respectful because I knew I was in the wrong, “With Luke.” I was busy trying to figure a way out of the trouble I was in and not that I’d just stated the obvious.
    “Of course you are,” she said sarcastically. “Were you with him all night?”
    “Um,” I backpedaled because this was not going to be good. I looked up at Luke whose wide eyed stare held knowledge. “Yeah,” I said, scrunching up my face knowing the wrath that was coming.
    “Of course you were,” she began. “You come home right this minute.”
    “Well, um, I’m not at his house,” I said.
    I swore I could hear the rumble of fire building beneath the surface. “And where are you?” she asked way too slowly.
    “At his father’s house in the Hamptons.” Quickly, I added, “Sebastian brought me here.”
    “Well, I suggest you get Sebastian to bring you back.”
    When I hung up the phone, I was embarrassed, not because I stood mostly naked in front of my boyfriend, but that my mother had chastised me in front of him.
    “Go ahead and call him,” he said. There was no judgment in his tone, only regret. I’m sure he felt responsible that I’d been irresponsible. I nodded. “Wait, get dressed first,” he said.
    I looked down at myself remembering again that I was mostly naked. Awkward. Quickly, I put clothes on. Everything fit like a dream, but there was no time to really enjoy the luxury of too-expensive clothes.  I called Sebastian in my head after Luke gave me an approving nod. I wasn’t sure it was about the clothes or the okay to do what I did. It didn’t seem to matter.
    I looked around but there was no sign of Sebastian. He usually came right away. I still didn’t totally get our connection. He’d always been there.
    Looking up to meet Luke’s eyes, I shook my head.