Love Knows No Bounds by Brooke Moss, Nina Croft, Boone Brux Read Free Book Online Page B

“Welcome to my humble home.”
    “Nice place.” He stepped inside and followed her into the open kitchen. “Do you live here alone?”
    “No.” She pulled the bottle of water out of the bag and set it on the counter, avoiding his gaze. “I have a roommate.”
    “A girl roommate?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.”
    Good what? Good because he wanted to get a look at the other female occupant? Or good because it wasn’t a guy? She didn’t dare hope she’d heard a twinge of jealousy in his question.
    “So,” he said, turning to her. “Where’s the possessed computer?”
    “In my bedroom.”
    His eyebrows raised in what looked like pleasant surprise. “Good.”
    She grabbed the bag and led him into her room. Her monitor looked the same—dark, ordinary even. No flames leapt from the inside. And it wasn’t levitating or spewing acid around the room. She pointed. “That’s it.”
    Christopher walked to her desk and sat down. He wiggled the mouse, bringing the screen to life and displaying her Twitter feed. The whole situation seemed less frightening with him here. “He’s been busy.”
    Faye inched forward, the ominous feel returning. “Who has?”
    He turned and smiled at her. “Hopeless Romantic.”
    Heat spread up her neck. OMG, what had he said? The need to reassure Christopher there was nothing between her and HR rushed through her. “He’s just a Twitter friend. We’ve never met in person.”
    “Why not?”
    “Um…” How could she answer that without looking like a complete loser? “The opportunity never came up.”
    “And if it did?”
    Much to her dismay, it wasn’t jealousy she was hearing in his voice. Best to play it cool. She shrugged. “Yeah, why not. He seems like a nice guy.”
    She wasn’t certain but she thought he smiled as he spun back to face her desk. Crap, maybe she’d read the signals wrong. He’d said he liked her, but maybe it was buddy-like. Double crap.
    “So what’s first?” he asked.
    She dug in the bag and pulled out the silver-plated crucifix. “I say we hit it with the big guns.”
    He stood and pushed the chair out of the way, giving her a look of wide-eyed anticipation. “All right, let Satan have it.”
    How the hell did she get herself into this? How could he not think her an idiot? For the first time in forever she had a guy in her room—a great looking guy—and instead of giving her mattress a test run, she was attempting to cast Satan out of her computer. Christopher said he believed her, but honestly, he must think she was a complete whack-job.
    “Maybe we should put the other stuff on it first. You know, give the crucifix a little extra whammy,” she said.
    “Good idea.” He took the bag from her and walked back to the computer. He set one bobble-headed Jesus on the CPU and the other on the keyboard. Each rosary was draped over the monitor. The nativity snow globe sat to the right of the monitor and the burning bush to the left, glowing in all its orange and red fiber-optic glory. He stepped back and surveyed his creation. “All set.”
    Faye lifted the cross with a shaky hand. What if it didn’t work? Sure, the attention she was getting was kind of nice, but it wasn’t worth the price. What if it did work? Would her computer come to life and destroy the upper level of her apartment building? Would apartment 7G become the entrance to Hell?
    “Hey,” said a voice from the doorway.
    Faye screamed and swung around, wielding the cross in front of her. Whitney stood in the entrance, gleaming with sweat in the tiniest of workout outfits, and holding the half empty bottle of holy water. “You scared the crap out of me.”
    She took a big chug of the water and swallowed. “What are you guys doing?”
    “Whitney?” Faye snatched the near empty bottle from her hand. “Why are you drinking this?”
    “I was thirsty.” Whitney cocked a brow. “Besides, I figured this is what you’ve been drinking to make your skin look so good.”
    Faye shook the