Ambrosia (Nectar Trilogy, Book 2) by DD Prince Read Free Book Online Page B

on a mission, a potentially life-altering one, and he was a vampire and she had some coveted vampire elixir blood but it felt almost normal tonight. Two people enjoying a hearty meal in public and being happy for a moment. She knew Tristan was hyperaware of their surroundings. He could see the entrance and looked narrow-eyed at everyone who entered the restaurant but he seemed to be enjoying their time together, too.
    When the server offered dessert menus they both stared at one another as if they shared a private joke. Kyla chewed her lip, thinking about tasting him, about having him taste her.
    His gaze heated under her stare and the waitress finally cleared her throat, obviously uncomfortable at being smack dab in the middle of what must’ve looked like imminent intercourse. Tristan thanked her but declined dessert and then dropped money on the table. They then walked hand in back hand to the motel where he checked them in.
    The room was a standard motor inn type place with two queen sized beds, a TV, dresser, and a bathroom. It was pretty unremarkable but it was clean and definitely a step up from that RV Kyla had slept in back on Vancouver Island.
    He dropped the duffle bag on a bed. “Shall we go on a shopping spree?” he quirked up an eyebrow at her.
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    Walking through a discount department store with him was so far-fetched she found it comical.  He eyed large skid loads of household items with the curiosity of a tourist at a museum.  Kyla chuckled at the scene, thinking that the whole package that was Tristan Walker did not say discount department store; that was for sure.
    She was more than certain she didn’t look out of place in her jean shorts and summer hoodie with her messy braid and sneakers. He wasn’t dressed up and just in jeans and a t-shirt but still, every inch of him screamed hot sex and money in the sort of way that just didn’t say shopping at your local discount department store.
    Almost every woman in the restaurant and now in the store seemed to look twice at him.  Some were slack jawed and some flushed red, probably from the instant carnal thoughts that invaded their minds. She knew how drop-dead gorgeous he was. He had magnetism. She was under no illusions about the fact that she probably looked like a total plain Jane in stark contrast. Tristan belonged in a corner office of a high rise office building or on a red carpet with supermodel arm candy. Not in a discount department store in some suburb somewhere in Oregon with the likes of her .
    She stopped in the accessories section, picked up a pair of sunglasses, and popped them onto his face. She screwed up her face and took them off and then popped on another.
    “Having fun?” he asked, looking mildly amused.
    “Yes. So much. Here, let’s try these,” she found another pair. “Perfect.”
    He shook his head, “You’re crazy.”
    She found him a nice pair of cargo shorts, “Try these on?” she asked.
    He glanced at the size, “They’ll fit.” He looked at the tag again. “Bum? Seriously?”
    Kyla gave him a loud kiss, cracked the gum in her mouth, popped the shorts into the basket he was carrying, and pulled him along.
    “We need a cart.”
    By the time they left, they each had extra clothes and toiletries, sunglasses, plus flip flops, there were drinks and snacks for the motel room and the road, and they hadn’t even spent $200.
    “Wow. Who knew? I’ve been missin’ out!” Tristan looked at the receipt, “Walmart is frickin’ awesome.”
    “ You’re crazy,” she said and bumped him with her hip. Then she climbed into the cart with their bags and said, “Push!”
    He pushed the cart fast, jogging through the half empty parking lot.  She felt light and airy. She pushed away that nagging feeling that told her it wasn’t going to last.
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    When they got back to the motel, as Tristan was putting the key card into the slot on the door, she felt a whoosh of anticipation in her belly and knew her panties