Echo, Mine by Georgia Lyn Hunter Read Free Book Online

gaped. Pans
and bowls littered every corner of the countertop, surrounded with
flour dust. A ready-to-topple stack of dishes filled the
sink. The faint, suspicious smell of something burnt
lingered in the air, despite the open doors.
    Hedori gave her a defeated smile, but his
eyes crinkled in amusement.
    Echo wasn’t really surprised
at the mess, having lived through them at times.
    Kira beamed. “Hey, you're done? Good—I made
biscuits and gravy.” She lifted a spoonful of something lumpy from
a pot. “Come. Taste.”
    Echo hastily stepped back. “Er, maybe later.
Ki, can I take a rain check on the movies? Aethan wants to take me
out to dinner.”
    “Of course!” A wicked grin widened Kira’s
mouth. “See? Just have faith—now, you go knock his socks off.”
    “Yeah, about that…” Echo grimaced. She’d be
the first to admit, she wasn’t too clued in to dressing sexy. She
usually tried to dress as modestly as possible, considering she had
her over-working pheromone problem to deal with—a bane in her life
that attracted anything with a Y chromosome. Mostly, she lived in
her jeans or sweats. But Kira could throw on whatever, even wearing
a simple, flowing blue strappy dress and leather sandals, and look
like a million dollars. “I need help selecting something to
wear.”
    “Yesss.” Kira rubbed her hands in glee.
“Finally. Lead on, my friend. Your very own fashionista is here.
Let’s go get you all dolled up for this evening’s seduction—”
    The door opened and Týr strolled in. His
pale hair a total windblown mess, a smile brought out his masculine
dimples. Big and gorgeous, that was Týr. “Echo, could I—” His gaze
shifted to Kira, his pleasant tone dissipating like mist.
“Fluffy.”
    Kira smiled sweetly, but her tone could cut
stone. “Visigoth.”
    Echo had to bite back her smile. Yeah, no
love lost there. Scowling, Týr opened his mouth to say something
then shut it and glanced back to Echo. “Can I have a minute?”
    “Sure.” She followed him out.
    Three minutes later, Echo
stood frozen in the foyer like one of the many armored
statues there, staring at Tyr. Floored at what
he’d just revealed. “You're kidding me, right? What
do you mean Aethan refuses to go to the club?”
    “No, I'm not. Look, if he simply didn't like
the club, then that’s okay—but after what happened last fall, we
cannot even mention Anarchy to him. I just thought you should
know.”
    “Because I was there with Jon? But it meant
nothing. I wasn't actually with him. It was Kira’s birthday!”
    Týr shrugged.
    Her heart clipped painfully. She had no idea
Aethan still felt that way, or that the incident with Jon had upset
him so much. She had to put that right, tonight.

Chapter 5

     
    A date.
    Urias . Aethan rubbed his jaw. He
tended to avoid humans unless absolutely necessary—like while doing
a mind sweep or occasionally healing one. Now a date. His mate had
wanted that, he’d seen it in her eyes, and he had no freaking clue.
At all. He’d make damn sure her twenty-fourth birthday was one
she’d never forget.
    He headed for the stairs, impatient to get
the evening started. Echo had gone up over a half hour ago to
change. His mate’s idea of dressing was to throw on a pair of
jeans. What happened to the fifteen minutes?
    He jogged upstairs and strode into their
quarters. Sensing Echo in the dressing room, he made his way there
and stopped dead. His heart lurched painfully.
    With her hair back to that choppy way she
favored, she looked so much like her old self. He hadn't realized
how much he’d missed a style he’d once thought the worst haircut
ever.
    She wore a short black skirt and a
sleeveless burgundy top that molded to her chest. She looked sleek,
hot, and so goddamn sexy.
    Spying him through the floor-length mirror,
she pivoted. Her face flushed in excitement. “I'm almost
ready.”
    She’d done something to her gorgeous
bi-colored eyes, lined them in black, making them even