Duality (Cordelia Kelly #1): Empath Urban Fantasy

Duality (Cordelia Kelly #1): Empath Urban Fantasy by Ryanne Hawk Read Free Book Online

Book: Duality (Cordelia Kelly #1): Empath Urban Fantasy by Ryanne Hawk Read Free Book Online
Authors: Ryanne Hawk
made me want to speak and confide?
    He drew in an audible breath as though he needed to compose himself before he spoke. “Cordelia. You don’t have to apologize to me for how you feel. Not ever, and to answer your…question. No. You are not a project, and I have no intent on trying to ‘fix’ you, as you say. But maybe.” He stopped speaking, and I found myself hanging on every word. “Maybe we can fix each other.” He finally exhaled out.
    I liked his answer, his words spoke to my heart—as just about everything that came out of this strange man’s mouth did. I should have been content and left well enough alone, but my mind sometimes had no filter.
    “By the way, I’m still waiting on an explanation for what you meant last night when you said you’ve searched your entire life for me.”
    He stopped walking and turned. The way his eyes bored into mine sent ribbons of desire shimming down my spine.
    Get a grip, you know you dislike public displays of affection. However, exceptions can be made .
    “Cordelia, I’ll give you the answer to your question at another time when I think you’re ready. Trust me.”
    With anyone else, I would have fired off a snarky comeback to his ambiguous answer, but dammit, I did trust him. We walked in silence for an indescribable amount of time, content to absorb the wake of the other. My body seemed to float on a silvery cloud, no worries, no cares, while nothing but the slow embers of contentment floated through my veins until his watch signaled.
    “Why is your watch beeping?”
    “I set my alarm for lunch.”
    I laughed.
    “Do you want to exchange phone numbers?” I blurted out and held my breath waiting for his answer.
    “Yes, I would like to call you very much. Do you have plans tonight?” he asked casually as he pulled out a sleek black cell phone.
    We exchanged numbers into our respective smartphones. Then I said, “I do have plans tonight. I have a tutoring session with one of my students.”
    “All right, what about tomorrow evening?”
    Now, my tongue got tied up, and awkwardness settled in my gut. I sighed. “I have a prior engagement tomorrow night.”
    “I can cancel if you want.” I glanced down the sidewalk, feigning interest in the milling people, and avoided his eyes. This was as awkward as high school.
    He chuckled. “Would you like to cancel? You’re the one being vague now.”
    “Shit, I don’t know.” I tilted my head up to stare at the sky because he was right, and I was being purposely vague and cryptic.
    I blurted out, “I have a date tomorrow.”
    “How lovely,” Sol said as he reached out and placed my hair behind my ear.
    I tuned into his frequency to try and gauge his sincerity, and he opened up to me fully. The warmth and affection from him slid down my spine and calmed my nerves. Sol’s aura was like standing under a cascading shower, just basking in the sensation, rinsing away my angst. How odd.
    “Where are you staying, Sol?”
    “In a hotel.”
    I raised a brow at him and inwardly sighed. His evasiveness was ingrained deep.
    “I meant what I said, Cordelia.”
    What did he say, again? My face must have shown my confusion.
    “Well, maybe I didn’t say the words out loud. I’m not sure.” He half smiled, stepped off the sidewalk and hailed a cab. We’d walked for hours, and my condo was miles away. He opened the door then shepherded me inside. He leaned down, pecked my cheek with his soft lips, and whispered in my ear, “I want you to be happy.”
    Sol backed out and shut the door with a snick, then tapped the roof of the cab. I turned to watch him out the window, and though he smiled, a competing air of absence and warmth wafted to me and caressed its way up and down my skin.
    Another thought struck me. How did he get around? Did he own a car or use public transportation? Perhaps he had other skills. I’d never heard of teleportation as an empathic skill, but who knew.
    I blew him a kiss with a small, secret

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