Yearnings: A Paranormal Romance Box Set Read Free

Because the dream seemed to be begging her to. Because she had to see for herself if it was the same him, namely, if he had wings. Which, of course, was ridiculous. Of course he didn’t have wings.
    “ Are you coming?” Ben urged from inside the elevator. She had missed the telltale ding. Rubbing at the heat in her cheeks, she joined Ben, careful to avoid the metal lip her toe liked to kiss.
    “ What’s up with the chipped blue polish?” Ben asked, pushing four. “Don’t go Goth, Sadie. It won’t suit your freckles.”
    Sadie looked down. Uh-oh. She hadn’t scrubbed all the oil paint off. She’d better before three. Her sister would just love the idea of Sadie painting again.
    “ I’ll bet that black eye makes Cynthia’s nose hurt, too,” Ben was saying as the metal cart lumbered upward. “See if she can sniff at me now.”
    “ Ben, I think she has allergies,” Sadie said, mentally rejoining the conversation.
    “ Bullshit. She thinks she’s better than me. But look who got clocked. I wonder who did it….” Sadie ’s attention wandered.
    What the hell would she do if he did have wings , anyways? Run and tell someone? Uh, no. Her belly did a somersault.
    The elevator opened. Ben was awaiting further response.
    “ Really?” she said, struggling to recall what else he’d said. She kept pace with him to the rear office for their first re-shelving load.
    “ Yes, really….”
    Rows of empty computers hummed in the background. Somewhere nearby, someone coughed. Sadie’s eyes scanned for a glimpse of black. He wore black. Black shirt, black buckle - laden boots.
    Except in her dreams. Her dreams were drenched in blues, even those of him in bloody battle, red flames licking the edges. Blues dressed in black. Except when he wore nothing at all. Nothing but bare glistening skin and gossamer wings. Heat spread over her neck just thinking of the shimmery things tickling over her arms and thighs as he nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear.
    Goosebumps raced over her forearms. Sadie rubbed at them.
    “… in the aisles all the time while they think no one is looking. He looks like he could be violent, too.”
    Hearing the word ‘violent’ tugged her back to the present.“Who?”
    Ben rolled his eyes. “Nevermind. You’re distracted. And I know why.”
    “ You do?”
    “ Of course. You’re not the only heart skipping beats hoping Angel Eyes will be here again. But once we take in a long drink of him, you head straight up there and see for yourself. It’s her left eye.” He swept a forefinger under his eye with flare. Sadie tried to imagine Ben ever having the opportunity to get a black eye. Not likely. Who could possibly punch such a cherubic face? “You tell me if you don’t see a puffy dark area under all that concealer. Promise?”
    “ Promise.” She glanced down an aisle, scanning the north end set of tables. Movement caught her eye. A shot of black. Tingles blossomed through her chest and belly.
    He was here.
    God, if she could tell Ben about the dreams. But she couldn’t. He’d devour every detail, particularly the secret message part. Who wouldn’t? But then he’d give her ‘the look’. That wary stare reserved for the certifiable that Sadie never wanted to witness again. Once in anyone’s life is too much.
    “ Yes, yes. He’s here,” Ben sang. He picked up his stride, took her forearm and pulled her into the closet sized office. “But I don’t think he’ll be coming back.”
    “ What? Why?”
    “ Huh-uh. First, m’lady, I bear a gift.” With a grand flourish, he bowed. Ah, Ben and his whimsy. “Three guesses,” he said.
    She didn’t want to play this game. But Ben could be a pit bull with his gossip. “Okay, okay. You talked to him and he fell madly in love with you?”
    “ I like it, but alas, no.”
    She hated this. “You followed him to his hotel and found his plane ticket and he’s leaving today.”
    “ Better.”
    “ He was on America’s Most Wanted.”
    He