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No, I still haven’t decided on the title. One should come to me eventually. Just gotta keep writing….
Rattlesnake Falls Book 1
Embarrassed, Shelley started to pull away, but Dillon’s lips were moving, tasting, enticing, and she leaned in instead. His hands slid up her hips and around her waist in a warm, gentle embrace. Melting against him, she reveled in his touch, his soft mouth so tender on hers.
When he finally lifted his head and smiled down at her, she couldn’t help but smile back, thankful for the darkness that hid her warm cheeks.
Then to her dismay and horror, she yawned. Not a dainty little cutsy yawn either — a big, bold, need-more-oxygen-stat type of yawn that made her wish the floor would just open up and swallow her whole.
She turned away and covered her mouth as quickly as she could, but feared the damage was done. Seriously — who yawned right after an amazing kiss like that?
Dillon chuckled, and then covered his own yawn. “I think it’s time we got some sleep.” He put one arm around her shoulders and steered her into a dark hallway. “The bathroom is right there…” he pointed to an open door on the left. “And my room is right here.” He pointed at a door to their right. Moving forward, he stopped at a door farther down on the left and reached just inside to flip on the light switch, bathing the room in a muted yellow glow from two lamps. “This is your room. Make yourself at home, and let me know if you need anything, okay?”
Shelley nodded. “I really appreciate this — thank you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, or what to do, really. Should she kiss him goodnight? Give him a hug? Just close the door in his face and give in to the utter exhaustion she felt at that moment?
She looked up at the soft utterance, and Dillon crooked one finger under her chin and placed a quick, non-demanding kiss on her lips.
“Sweet dreams, Shelley.”
“Sleep tight,” she murmured as he walked back to his own room.
Closing the door, she turned off the lights, kicked off her shoes and jeans, and crawled into her borrowed bed.
It seemed like her eyes had only been closed a few seconds when something brought her back from the edge of sleep.
Sitting up in bed, she checked the clock on the nightstand. Glowing red numbers confirmed that she’d only laid down ten minutes before.
Not wanting to move, she stayed quiet, listening for whatever sound might have jolted her subconscious. She thought she could hear whispers, but it was so faint she couldn’t be sure. And she didn’t really want to get out of bed and check.
Then she heard the front door close. It didn’t slam, but it stuck in the jam a little bit. Shelley slid ouopt of bed and ignored her aching muscles as she pulled her jeans back on. If there was news about Tabitha and Mike, she wanted to know now.
Dillon was just coming down the hall when she stepped out of her room, and she gave him a wan smile.
“Good news?” She tried not to get her hopes up, but a glimpse of optimism snuck in when she saw what he had in his hand. “That’s her sweatshirt! Did they find her? Is she okay?”
She rushed forward, one hand outstretched, but Dillon held the shirt up high.
“Just wait a minute, Shelley. Before you see this, you need to know that there’s some blood. And we still haven’t found either of them, unfortunately. But it does give us a fresh place to start looking tomororow — farther off the trails than we were looking. So this is a good find.”
Her eyes narrowed and she reached for the sweatshirt once more. He handed it over, though she could tell he was still reluctant. Shelley grasped the shoulders one in each hand, and held it up.
Then she dropped it.
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