Runt of the Litter (Halfbreed Chronicles Book 1) Read Free

would have been killed) - I can’t help
but feel downright small under their stare.

 
    I don’t even try to come up with anything witty, “Hello.”

 
    My voice sounds an octave higher than usual, and it’s not
that deep to begin with.  The brunette smiles a little, but the raven haired one practically chuckles, and I can tell the
slightest blush is coming across my cheeks.
    “Hey there
handsome, thanks for dropping in.”

 
    I quickly sit up, never one to do well with direct
attention, and want to mumble some sort of reply, but instead I start gathering
my papers, trying to make as quick of an exit as possible.

 
“Hey hun , you okay?”

 
    I stop just long enough to let the tone sink in, the raven
haired one is trying to be kind, and I guess since I haven’t said anything but
a pipsqueak hello, I might need to assure them I’m not hurt - or if anything
let them know that I’m not coming after them for money or something.  I
finally allow myself a longer look, and realize just how ridiculously beautiful
they both are.  Symmetrical, almost angular features, with piercing ice
blue eyes, and long straight hair.  One reminds me of chocolate, but the
raven - her hair looks so black, it’s almost blue
under the sunlight.  I realize I still haven’t said anything, and I try to
at least nod, indicating I can understand basic questions, before I finally say
something, anything, “I just need to get
to a meeting.”

 
    They look at each other briefly, and I grab the last few
papers and stuff them haphazardly into my bag, before reaching for the door,
realizing it’s a two seater and they have to let me
out.  Sure, I could just hop out, but seeing as we got half the town
looking at us already, I figure better to not draw any more attention to us.
 Realizing I’m trying to leave, the raven steps out, and begins to open
the door, as I try to slide out as smoothly as possible.  She might be out
of my league, but that doesn’t mean I should trip over myself even more than I
already have.  Once I’m standing fully erect, I realize she’s barely moved
back from the door, not really allowing me the quick exit that I had hoped.

 
    The other townspeople, and even the bus ,driver seeing that I’m seemingly okay, begin to move
about once more, going about with their lives, while I’m stuck between a car I
just fell into, and a woman who could seemingly turn just about any man into a
puddle of mush.  I try not to stare, and look down, realizing I’m getting
an all too good view of her almost bare legs - ripped shorts that go down to
her thighs, and black lace stockings, that end in biker boots, not unlike the
kind Lou wears.  Figures, she’d be a perfect match for someone like him.
 But for me, I probably look like a ridiculous creature, standing next to
a beauty like her.

 
    “Eyes up here
buddy.”

 
    Instantly my eyes shoot up, after realizing I’ve just been
caught checking her out.  Just as quickly though, I feel her eyes do the
same, and I immediately try to make myself taller, and not look so meek under
her gaze.  I don’t know why I bother, but maybe it’s just nature in me trying to strut like a peacock under the gaze.  Finally,
I got something to reply with, “Eyes up
here lady.”

 
    I never claimed to be original.

 
    She doesn’t respond quite as quickly as I did, seemingly
lingering on the tight grip I’m giving my leather bag across my chest - letting
what seems like a good half minute pass - before her big eyes come to meet
mine, “You have a habit of landing in
ladies’ cars?”

 
    “You got a habit of
running men over ?, ” I’m surprised by how easy the
retort came, even with her lush lips smirking at me.

 
    “That was my sister
Savannah’s doing, and I’m sure she feels horrible as is - “
  The brunette chimes in
from behind me, starting to strew apologies, but neither of us seem all that
phased by it, at least not enough to break our