she felt for
them. She’d never dated. Never had a boyfriend. She’d been too busy with school
and then caring for her grandmother to bother with boys. Now she wished she
had… maybe she’d understand what was happening to her. The evenings were
pleasant, but oddly surprising. She wasn’t used to having anyone to talk to. Mornings
were just strange. She couldn’t help staring at them as they stumbled from her
spare bedroom, mussed and sleep-warm. They didn’t seem bothered by sharing a
bed, and she was pretty sure they were ‘ sleeping
together , ’ not just sleeping.
And the image of that is enough to make me lose it completely, she thought as she pulled on her
uniform a week after they’d arrived. She’d had to work without a break for
seven days, but starting tomorrow, she had four glorious days off. She had no
idea how she would handle puttering around her house with two hot men invading
her space.
She’d never expected them to stay so long, but she had to admit,
she liked it. It was weird, but she liked having them around, even though the
more she got to know them, the more she wanted them for herself. She wanted to
be able to touch them, kiss them, sleep in the middle of their bodies and wake
up warm and safe.
“Stop daydreaming,” she said aloud, shoving her feet into her
shoes. Outside, the day was warm and sunny again.
“Hey, are you about ready to go?” Haniel asked, poking his head in
her open doorway.
She nodded and smiled, controlling her instinctive reaction to
him. Her body warmed and her arms itched. “Yeah, I’m ready. Why?” she asked
when he hung around, looking everywhere but at her face.
“Would you mind if I caught a ride into town with you?”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Sure. But how will you get back to the
house?” Neither man had wanted to go into town before.
“I can walk back, no problem. I just want to pick up some things,”
he said, ducking his head. “Thanks.”
“You can take the car back, as long as you come and pick me up,”
she said impulsively.
“Wait, are you sure?” he asked as they walked down the stairs. “I
don’t want to leave you without a vehicle.”
She nodded. “It’s fine. Just come get me at three.” She shook a
finger at him. “Not a minute later. I’m finally looking at some time off and I
have no intention of wasting a single minute of it.”
He laughed. “Okay, okay.”
“You’re going with her?” Jeremiel said, wiping his hands on a
dishtowel as they walked past the kitchen.
“Yeah. We’ll have to pick her up later,” Haniel said.
“No problem.” Jeremiel smiled at them. “Drive safe.”
****
“What do you mean, you lent your car to some guy? Are you crazy?” Lisa
said, voice rising. “They could be serial killers, for all you know.”
Charmeine laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so. They’re nice guys.”
“And they’re staying in your house?” Lisa shoved the dirty glasses
into the dishwasher. “You really are crazy.”
“I’m used to hikers coming through, remember?” Charmeine said,
grabbing a couple of rolled napkins.
“They could be biding their time, waiting to feast on you when you
fall asleep,” Lisa said, closing the washer door and pushing on it with her hip
until it clicked.
“Oh please, they’re not demons. You’ve been watching too many
horror movies.” Charmeine rolled her eyes. “They’re nice guys. You’ll see.”
“What do you mean, I’ll see? I’ll see what?” Lisa grabbed the rest
of the fresh napkins and followed her out into the diner. “Are they coming
here?”
“I don’t know if both of them are, but Haniel definitely is. He
needs to pick me up when I get off shift.” She glanced at the clock on the
wall. “In about ten minutes. That’s why Darla took my tables.”
“Wait, what? His name is Haniel? What kind of name is that?” Lisa
dropped the napkins into the box near the register. “That’s an angelic name.
You are one lucky chick. It must be the
Janwillem van de Wetering