Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) by K. R. Haynes Read Free Book Online Page A

last night. Or why she felt disappointed when he didn’t realise that it was in actual fact her birthday. For some odd reason, Chloe had half excepted Randall to know what the 27 th of May meant to her. Seeing the look of surprise cross his face when she told him her reasons for being down at the pub, Chloe realised then she had made a horrible assumption and all but bolted to her car.
    She couldn’t even explain the tears that fell from her eyes on the drive back home. Or the crushing feeling she felt in her chest. She didn’t know Jon Randall, didn’t know his story. Yet Chloe felt like she had known him. She felt this pull to him. Like their souls were linked to each other or something. Or hell, maybe that’s just the lack of sleep talking. Who knows why one feels anything for another?
    Hearing a loud, obnoxious knock on her front door startled her from her thoughts. Setting down her favourite coffee mug on the bench beside the coffee machine, Chloe glanced at the clock. Six thirty in the morning. Who the hell would be bothering her at this time of day? Hell, she still had her pyjamas on and had fluffy, pink rabbit slippers adorning her feet for Christ’s sake. She was so not dressed for company right now.
    She unlocked the front door and swung it wide open. She was instantly shocked at who stood on the other side of the door. Jon Randall. He stood on her front porch with her morning paper in his hand and a big, stupid grin on his face. His eyes roamed freely over her body, taking in her outfit. Tugging her silk robe closer to her body and stepping back to partially close the door, Chloe stood behind it so only her shoulders and head were visible to him.
    “What do you want?” she asked him straight out.
    He had the nerve to chuckle at her. “What, no ‘good morning,’ Chloe?” he asked her as he leaned against the doorway, his gorgeous sky-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
    “No, so what do you want?”
    “Nothing. I was in the area and thought I’ll drop by and see you.”
    She raised an eyebrow at him. “My ass, you were just in the area, Jon. You do realise it’s six thirty in the morning—on a Sunday, no less—don’t you?”

Chapter Ten

    Randall loved hearing Chloe call him Jon. No one these days called him by his first name. Everyone just called him Randall. It had been a long time since anyone called him Jon. He liked it. He liked it a hell of a lot. Smiling at her, he uttered, “Well, being that I can’t see your ass, sweetheart, as you’re hiding it behind that big green door of yours, you’ll just have to take my word on the matter. Won’t you?” Raising his hand, he held out her morning newspaper to her. “Your paper, sweetheart,” he said with a wink.
    She snorted at his answer and took the paper from his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Chloe took a few steps forward. Following her line of sight, he saw what had captured her attention. Lying near the edge of her porch was a rose, a dead one at that, with a letter attached to it. Chloe visibly shuddered before she turned away from him and scurried down the hallway and into a room he presumed was the kitchen. He wanted to suggest to her that the rose could be a belated Valentine’s gift, but going by her reaction to the now dead rose that might not be the case at all.
    Randall bent down and retrieved the dead rose and letter. Slowly he unfolded the letter. Uneasiness settled low in his stomach as he scanned the contents of the letter. His heart stopped beating in his chest for a second when he read the words Die, bitch. What kind of gutless prick would leave a threatening letter like this for Chloe? And that was if it was meant for Chloe and not the previous tenant who had occupied the house prior to Chloe moving in. Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, Randall followed the direction Chloe had scurried away in. He still couldn’t believe that someone had left a letter like that for her. The dead rose had