Remember Me (Weaver Series) by Dena Nicotra Read Free Book Online

running.  What if my ability was what he was after?  What if he was dangerous?  I’d been so stupid to come here! I felt like a lamb in a slaughter house.  This thought pierced me with alarm.  Without further hesitation I closed my eyes. I needed to arrange.  Undo.  Stop this! I focused on my apartment.  I focused on the relaxing shower I had taken earlier.  I was literally concentrating on the hot and cold knobs.  In a blink, I was standing in my shower stall.  Oh thank you Jesus, it had worked! My hand steadied on the hot water knob, just as I had envisioned.  Relief saturated my bones.  I had done it. 
    “Do you want a towel ?”  The voice came from the other side of the foggy shower door.  I screamed and covered myself as the towel flew over the top of the stall and landed on my head.  I wrapped myself in the soft cloth and cracked open the door to find Kess standing there like a dark knight, leaning against the towel rack.  I should have been embarrassed but the whole situation was just too surreal to absorb.
    “I told you we had lots to discuss ,” he said in a voice that could have melted butter.
    “This isn’t happening! You followed me ?”  I said, my voice sounding more like a high chirp.
    “Well, you gave me no choice .  So, where was I?”  He added casually, as if he’d been interrupted by some minor distraction.
    “Can you go out so I can change ?”  I snapped.
    “Don’t change a thing love” he said and winked at me.
    “Out !”  I screeched.
    He shut the door behind him self and I scurried to dry off.  Why hadn’t I thought to put myself on the couch with the remote in my hand?  Who was this guy?  With wobbly fingers, I pulled my robe from the back of the door and walked out.  I could hear the television so I knew he was not in my adjacent bedroom.  As if it mattered, I moved quickly across the room to lock the door.  Next, I snatched a pair of jeans and a red tank top from my dresser and scurried into them.  I felt like he was watching; and I felt somehow that he could be, if he had a mind to.  Good Lord, what had I gotten myself into?  I was so tired and more than a little tense. 
    “Are you alright ?”  He said softly as I came to sit at the opposite end of the couch.
    “I’m anything but alright !”  I spat.
    “Joey, I am sorry .  I had no way of knowing you were heading for the shower when you threaded.”  His expression looked genuine, and I felt myself relenting a little. 
    “It was the last place I could think of.” I said reluctantly before adding “you make me nervous. ” I bit my lip.  It was the honest truth, but it was more than that.  He made me feel short of breath and looking at his face made my chest ache.  I looked down at his hands.  My momma always said that you could tell a lot about a man by his hands.  If they were rough, he worked hard for a living.  If they were soft, he was either educated or lazy.  His hands looked neither soft nor rough.  I just couldn’t tell. 
    What I did notice was that the first knuckle of every finger was tattooed.  Then I noticed the thick silver ring on his left thumb.  It was inset with tiny clear stones.  My eyes traveled up further and I noticed his arms.  The red star that I had noticed earlier caught my eye again – then my eyes trailed further to his biceps.  A castle tattooed with purple and grey ink was on the right.  The left sported a massive black dragon.  Focusing any place beyond his eyes seemed to help.  A little.  I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.  Several moments of silence passed between us before he spoke.
    “So Joey, how long have you known?”
    “Known what ?” 
    “That there were others like you here.”
    “Not long.” I said hesitantly.  I was really trying not to share too much.  I decided it best to let him do the talking.  Besides, he was the one who called this meeting not me.
    “I’m going to guess that you had some help.” His