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I sat up and pulled my knees in close to my
chest. Electricity flared in the air as
Luke inhaled.
“You know, Logan, you’re not who I expected you to
be,” he said, taking a long thought-filled pause. “I thought the next twelve months were going
to be hell living with a California socialite, but you’re pretty amazing. I guess I owe you an apology.”
“So, it’s a good
thing that I’m nothing like you expected?” I asked.
“It’s a really, really good thing.”
As I started to smile back he craned his neck to
look away from me. His eyes
focused. Something black flashed across
the road but I was more scared by Luke’s reaction. The warmth had vanished from Luke in a
heartbeat. The object stopped moving
toward us when it got to an opening between the trees. Even though I could feel Luke’s concern, I leaned
forward toward the window, curious. It
was a wolf – a really big wolf, staring directly at us with bright green
eyes. It was close enough I could see
quick breaths escape into the crisp rain-drenched air. I was startled when the engine roared to
life. Luke threw the car into reverse,
and I nearly slammed into the dash as the sound of gravel scattered everywhere.
He quickly jockeyed around and pulled
back onto the road heading home. I kept
my eyes on the wolf until he was no longer in sight.
“Was that a wolf?” I asked. Everything happened so quickly, I had to be
sure.
“Yes,” he spit.
“I’ve never seen a wolf before – that thing was huge.”
Luke immediately turned to look at me with an
expression that I couldn’t begin to read.
“What’s going on?” I pressed, puzzled.
When he looked toward the road and didn’t answer, I
knew my question needed to be more specific to get results.
“Why are you freaking out? It was just a wolf.” I was worried. He had gone from warm and comforting to moody
and distant over such a small thing and I second-guessed how quickly I had
fallen for him.
“Because I need to get you home, it’s getting late,”
he muttered, failing to control his tone.
“That doesn’t make any sense, Luke. I have no curfew and you flaked as soon as
you saw the wolf.”
“Wolves are dangerous.”
“We were in the car,” I countered.
About the Author
The Violet Hour Series has been begging to escape Andrea’s
subconscious for more than five years. Focusing on a wonderful career,
handsome husband and two beautiful children by day, she began feverishly
penning the series by night. Now a full-time writer, Andrea debuts The Violet Hour.
Available May 11, 2015.
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