Edge of Twilight. Maggie Shayne
fingers with hers. He had to draw his attention to the road again, but he kept on holding her hand.
“How?” she asked. “You don’t even know me.”
“I’d like to, though. I’d like to explore every part of you, inside and out. And while I’m at it, you might as well do the same. Who knows what discoveries you might make?”
When he looked at her again, his eyes made it clear that she had not misunderstood him. He’d meant for his words to sound as sexual as they had. To rub over her senses like velvet over satin. Like his finger over the very center of her palm.
“It’ll be daylight soon,” he told her. “We should find a place—a dark, private place, where the sun can’t touch me.”
She had never been so turned on in her life, she thought wildly. “I know just the place. Pull over, right up here.”
With a smug half smile, he pulled the car off onto the shoulder of the road. Amber reached to the dashboard and hit the trunk release button, then got out while he was frowning at her. She went to the rear of the car, looked into the open trunk and waited for him to join her there.
He glanced at her, then at the trunk. “Not very romantic, love. And not a lot of room for … movement.”
“Then I suggest you lie still.”
She’d moved around behind him while he spoke, and as she delivered her reply, she pressed both hands to his back and shoved hard.
He flipped right into the trunk, taken off guard by the sudden attack, and even as he rolled onto his back with a shocked expression on his face, she looked at the lid, flicked her eyes downward. It slammed closed.
He swore, a stream of profanity issuing from beyond the trunk.
“You deserved worse. You ever hear of manners, Edge? You were way out of line.”
“You were loving every minute of it.” He hit the trunk, a halfhearted punch that didn’t even dent it. “Open it up or I’ll kick your pretty car full of holes.”
“You do that, you’ll be walking the rest of the way to Salem. It’s twenty minutes to sunrise. Just be still and go to sleep. When you wake, we’ll be in Salem.”
“Spoiled, evil little …”
“Watch it, Edge, or you’ll wake to find yourself dumped on the roadside in a nice sunny spot around noon.”
He was still muttering under his breath when she walked to the driver’s door and got behind the wheel.
3
As soon as the sun was fully up, Amber found a place to pull off and took a much needed nap. She supposed her exhaustion was more emotional than physical. The shock of learning about Will’s condition, the grief. And then to literally run into the man she’d been dreaming about for a year … She was overwhelmed. She told herself she only needed a nap; an hour would be plenty.
The dream came again.
She lay in a bed, and Edge came slowly toward her. He held a box in his hands, and his eyes were locked with hers. Her stomach was roiling in the dream, her heart bursting with a mingling of emotions too powerful to bear. Passionate feelings that all revolved around the man—and whatever was in the box he held. She couldn’t look away from his face, or from the tear that welled in his eye and spilled over to roll slowly down his beautiful cheek. He knelt, lowering the box so that she could look inside.
Don’t look! her mind screamed. It’s death he brings you! It’s death!
Amber woke suddenly, sitting up so fast she banged her elbow on the car door. Slowly she shook herself free of the paralyzing fear the dream had left in its wake. God, what did it mean? Was she making a huge mistake by having anything to do with him?
Sighing, wondering if she would have the willpower to send him packing even if she decided it was the best thing to do, she looked at her watch, then blinked and looked again. It was after 11:00 a.m. She’d slept for more than five hours.
Hell.
She started the car and pulled it into motion again. After two hours, she stopped for a veggie sub and a bathroom break, freshening up in the rest room and wishing for a shower. Then she drove straight through. Still, the sun was sinking behind her when she finally pulled onto the winding country road that led from Salem to Salem Harbor and followed its meandering path to the house on Harbor Rock. Sarafina and Will had bought the place five years ago, and Amber had been there several times but still hadn’t managed to memorize the driving directions. She supposed that meant a photographic memory was not among her special abilities. Cross one more off the list of things to wonder about, she thought.
The house was modern, a giant log structure at the tip of a peninsula surrounded by boulders and sea foam. Its windows were large and looked out on the sea. No one would ever suspect a vampire lived there with her mortal lover. Her all too mortal lover.
Amber pulled the car to a stop, shut off the engine and sat there for a long moment, staring at the rich wood tones of the house, trying to get a handle on her emotions. Her mother was right; she shouldn’t show up grieving. Will was alive. Surrounding him in tears wasn’t going to help him, and it would do nothing for Sarafina, either. She closed her eyes, called up the toughest part of herself, focused on control.
A loud thump from the back of the car jolted her right out of her meditation. “It’s night again, and yet I find myself still locked in a suffocating trunk.”
She lowered her head, shook it slowly.
“Alby, are you out there?” Thump, thump.
Pursing her lips, she reached out and hit the trunk release. It flew open, and she felt the car move as Edge climbed out. Amber opened her door and got out, turned and found herself face-to-face with him, nose to chin.
“That wasn’t very nice, you know.”
She smiled. “I was trying to make a point.”
“I got the point,” he said.
“Did you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. You’re one of those girls who’s into making men beg.”
Her jaw dropped. “You’re deluded.”
“I’m deluded? Come on, Alby, you’re as into me as I am into you. Admit it.”
She pursed her lips and searched for patience. “You’re attractive enough, I suppose. That’s not what I would call being ‘into’ you, though. I don’t even know you.”
He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her lips. “You’re saying this magnetism between us is purely physical, then?”
She blinked. “You’re putting words into my mouth.”
He looked at her mouth. “I’d like to—”
“Don’t even.”
He smiled at her, that dimple digging into his cheek and making her go soft and tingly all over. “All right, I’m coming on like a rutting buck, I suppose. I’m not used to dealing with sheltered virgins, is the thing.”
“I never said I was—”
He held up a hand to stop her speaking, then glanced at the house. “So this is where your friends live?”
She nodded.
“I should take off.” He turned to walk away.
“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind … my bringing a guest.”
He went still, his back to her. “Don’t worry, Alby. I’m not walking away for good. I’ll come around again, once I get settled in.”
“You’re so full of yourself, you know that?”
“Yeah. You play your cards right, you might get