Counting Down by Lilah Boone Read Free Book Online

strange…”
    “You’re glowing.” She blurted out the words without thought and prepared herself for accusations of lunacy.
    Kyle looked stunned. After a second or two of thought a realization struck his features and he grinned widely. Eventually that smile changed to a quiet laughter.
    “What’s so funny?” Abby folded an arm around her middle, resting her tea cup on her hip. She pulled on her ear with her free hand and twisted the lobe slightly between her thumb and forefinger. “I know you may have heard some rumors that I’m a tad bit shy of sane, but until now I haven’t been seeing anything weird like this. Well not while I’m awake anyway.”
    Kyle looked over at her with a smirk in his eyes. “You’re glowing too.” He spoke slowly, again throwing that grin her way.
    Abby was completely thrown. Now it was her turn to hear something that would normally not make sense in a rational world. But the world was getting less and less rational all the time and a lot of things didn’t make sense to Abby lately.
    She looked at her hands and examined them thoroughly, bending her fingers and flipping her palms up and down. She didn’t feel like she was glowing. But what did glowing feel like exactly? Aside from the silver rings on her fingers, there was nothing shiny about her.
    Abby chuckled nervously and gazed up at Kyle. She took in his features with an artist’s eye, noting details in an almost clinical way and filing them away in her mind.
    He was almost a foot taller than she was and he looked long and lean even under his jacket. By the lack of line in his face and the texture of his skin she assumed he was about the same age.
    She would’ve used a shade or two darker than sienna or maybe even raw umber to paint his hair. It was longer on the top and sat on his head in natural disarray, trailing down to short sideburns.
    His wide set eyes, topped by prominent brows, were a shade o f green that almost matched her own. She mixed colors in her head, planning out the formula for his olive irises. They were darkly rimmed by his lashes and she could see little flecks of gold that caught the light.
    His face was angular, his jaw sharp and shadowed by a day’s growth. She noted the shallow dimple in his chin and left cheek that became more obvious when he smiled. She imagined accentuating his cheekbones with white highlights.
    Kyle Windstone was paintable, she decided. And attractive. In fact, after examining him for a length of time she felt like a million little butterflies were waging a war in the pit of her stomach. But there had been many men who Abby found attractive. What made this one so different? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about him made her feel strangely pleasant. Like standing on the porch with him was exactly where she was supposed to be.
    Abby pushed those feelings down, mentally chided herself for letting her head get away from her. What she really wanted explained at that moment was why they were both self illuminating like deep sea creatures.
    Well, she also wanted to find out where she knew him from. He hadn’t been at the farm when last she lived there and she was sure they had never met before anywhere else. She would remember a face like that. Yet, somehow she actually felt like she did remember him. Though it didn’t seem possible, Abby was sure she knew the stranger standing in front of her like she knew her own phone number. The familiarity wasn’t a conscious thing. It was just there.
    Kyle’s voice brought her back to the present. “Have we met before?”
    Abby eyes widened a little as Kyle echoed her thoughts. “I don’t think so. Maybe you’ve seen the pictures Jimmy keeps on the mantle.”
    “I think it’s more than that. I seem to remember you in a really intense and weird way that I’m having a hard time explaining.”
    “I think I know the feeling, but we’ve never met.” She shifted her mug of tea into her other hand. “I’m really confused