2 Mists of the Past by K.J. Emrick Read Free Book Online

remember? Her mind was fuzzy and she was having difficulty focussing.
    Her head was pounding and she wondered if she had a hangover. She didn’t remember drinking the night before. She opened her eyes and then quickly slammed them shut again. The light was too bright and the room felt like it was spinning. Oh, her head.
    “Thank God!” Jon’s voice seemed to come from far away when he spoke. Jon. She remembered. Jon and she had been in her house, and they had been…doing something. She hoped it had been fun, at least, to justify the way she felt now. She felt a little better knowing he was with her, though. He pulled her in for a hug and she groaned. It was too much, too fast. The room was spinning madly. He let her lay back down on the mattress when she gently pushed him away.
    She scrubbed a hand over her face and tried opening her eyes again. The light was still way too bright but better than before. “What happened?” she croaked out.
    “Don’t you remember?” Jon sounded concerned.
    “No. I’m having a little trouble with that right now. Did we…you know?”
    He smiled down at her. “Not this time, sweetheart. I brought you up to bed after you passed out.”
    “Passed out?” She scrubbed a hand over her face. She felt awful. What had happened to her? She looked around the room and saw the light on her bedside table still on, saw how dark it was outside. It must still be the same night. The same night when she and Jon had…
    The communication. That’s right. She had done a communication to talk to Jon’s dead friend. And it had worked.
    She started to feel really uneasy about something but just couldn’t put her finger on it just yet. She looked back at Jon who was still staring at her with concern.
    “I was talking to Kyle.”
    Jon sighed. “Yeah. You seemed to be talking to someone. Then you screamed and passed out. I rushed over to you but you wouldn’t wake up. I picked you up and brought you up to bed.” She glanced at him as he shoved his fingers through his hair and made it all stand on end. “I was really scared Darcy. I thought you were dying.”
    Darcy nodded. “Yeah, sometimes the communications can become pretty intense. I’m sorry. I should have explained it better. How long was I out for?”
    “It was almost an hour.” He was still looking at her with concern, like he expected her to keel over again at any moment.
    “Thanks, Jon. You sure you want to get caught up with a girl like me?” She smiled as she said it, and she’d asked him the same question before, but she still worried he’d take his chance to run.
    He took her hand in his as she sat up straight. “I’ve always been a for better or worse kind of guy. If you ever become too much for me, I’ll let you know.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and put a sweet kiss on it. “Don’t worry. You’re not getting rid of me this easily.”
    A warm sensation spread through her from the touch of his hand and his lips. Darcy soaked it in for a few moments, then got serious again and told him all about calling up Kyle. “Does the rattling sound mean anything to you?”
    “No it doesn’t.” She could tell that he still didn’t believe it all. He frowned and then looked at her. “Do you need anything? You look a little pale.”
    “I’m actually really thirsty, can you get me some water please?”
    “Sure thing.” He stood up but before he left the room he bent down and kissed her. “I’m just glad you’re okay. It’s all right if it didn’t work.” He gave her a long look before he left the room.
    Smudge jumped up on the bed after he had left. They exchanged a silent glance. The cat had seen the whole thing. He knew it had worked just fine. So what had Kyle been trying to tell her?
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    Jon stayed with her through the rest of the night, curled up to her back, his clothes on, holding her because she was still rattled. His comforting heat lulled her to sleep before she knew it.
    When she jerked awake the