Goes down easy: Roped into romance by Alison Kent Read Free Book Online Page A

outside.”
    Why was he not surprised? “You’ve been watching for me to leave?”
    “Not for you to leave. Just watching.” She set the plates and bowls in the sink, rinsed and dried the tray.
    He thought about getting to his feet, helping out, seeing if he could steer the conversation where he wanted it by showing her that he was as handy when it came to doing dishes as he was with replacing doors.
    But then he thought better.
    She’d been watching to see if he’d left. She knew that he hadn’t, and yet here she was. Not scared, not running away. He hadn’t forgotten about that pinky swear made behind the counter in Sugar Blues, and was pretty damn sure that was a big part of Perry being here now.
    Here in the dark, in the middle of the night, with no one else around to talk her out of anything. And so he stayed where he was and waited to see what she had on her mind. In another minute, she surprised the hell out of him by joining him on the floor.
    Resting against a wall of cabinets, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around them. She was wearing a full skirt again, this one printed with the reds, yellows, oranges and browns of autumn. Gold threads outlining the leaves sparkled where they were spun.
    She cleared her throat, breathed deeply. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this except that it’s what I had wanted to tell you before.”
    When she paused, he shifted to sit straighter. “I’m listening.”
    “I almost think it’s easier to talk to you in the dark,” she said, laughing so softly he strained to hear.
    He tried to set her at ease. “I’ve been told I’m hard on the eyes.”
    “Then you’ve been lied to,” she replied without hesitation. “You are very…disturbing. You make me forget what I’m trying to say.”
    He filed away the ammunition to use later, waited for her to go on.
    “Here’s the thing, Jack,” she said, when she finally did. “I’ve lived with Della since I was ten years old. I’ve seen how she suffers because of this gift.”
    “Physically?”
    She nodded. Her face remained in shadow; he saw the movement in the light through her hair. “Killer migraines that exhaust her for days. And then there’s the worry over the meaning of what she sees. Whether or not a life might be lost if no one can make sense of her visions.”
    “Does that actually happen?”
    “We have no way of knowing.”
    Made sense, he supposed. “If there’s nothing she can do or control, then it seems like a waste to worry.”
    “A waste of what?”
    He shrugged, uncertain how far beneath the surface the ice in her voice ran. “Her energy? Her time?”
    “Della’s not like that. She’s not so…cruel.”
    “It’s practical, not cruel.”
    Again with the shake of the head. “I knew you wouldn’t get it.”
    He wasn’t being hardheaded on purpose. It was just that he didn’t put stock in what he couldn’t see, what he couldn’t touch. “Try me. Start from the beginning.You said you went to live with Della when you were ten.”
    “Yes. After my parents’ death.”
    Wow. Not good. “That must’ve been tough, losing them both, being so young.”
    She tugged her skirt tighter over her knees. “It was. I was pretty confused for a while. But Della had always been a big part of my life, almost more like my older sister than my father’s younger one.”
    “Anyone else in the family…special?”
    “You mean psychic?” she asked, when he bobbled the word. “Your true colors are showing, Jack.”
    “I wasn’t trying to hide them.” Honest enough. He was who he was and knew quite well where he’d come from, what experiences had made him, which ones he would always regret. “’Course I doubt they’re as bright as that skirt you’re wearing.”
    “Don’t try to change the subject.”
    Was that what he was doing? “I was just saying—”
    “You were not saying. You were totally avoiding having the word psychic come out of your mouth.”
    “I believe