The Stern and Wild Ones (The Seeker Series) by Reece Evhans Read Free Book Online Page A

about it. "Not so much. I knew there was something special about you. You know, more than meets the eye? Plus, my grandmother is a curandera, so ma ybe I'm predisposed to believe in the paranormal."
    I had thought the same thing about him, that there was more to him than was readily apparent. "What is a curandera?"
    "It's a form of healer. She uses herbs and contacts the spirit world, stuff like that. I have seen some pretty freaky stuff that can't be explained by science."
    I looked down at the pie and was surprised to see nothing but crumbs. "Please tell me I didn't wolf down all that pie. Oh, my God, I am so embarrassed."
    "I ’m saying nothing. Besides, you needed it. I'm sure those visions cause some kind of hypoglycemia or something. That's probably why you get dizzy and weak feeling. Well, on top of eating nothing but a few vegetables for lunch." He placed a tip on the table. "Let's get going. I've got to get to class and I bet you didn't call to tell your grandmother you would be late."
    "Shoot, you're right," I pulled my cell phone out of my back pocket and texted her an apology while we walked out to his car. When he dropped me off, as he walked me to my door (such a gentleman!) he stepped very close to me and said, "I'm really glad you told me, Ally. I swear I'll keep it to myself. I hope we can figure out a way to help that girl. No one should have to put up with that."
    I looked up into his beautiful ebony eyes. His eyelashes were so thick. How fair is that? And he smelled so good.  "Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate that. And thanks for the pie. Sorry I ate it all."
    He just laughed and opened the door for me.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    "Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."
    -Arthur Conan Doyle
     
    Grams spent Friday evening and all day Saturday sequestered in her room. When we asked what she was doing, she would only say "research". Mom and I were surprised, because she nearly always has a Friday date (and often a Saturday one as well). The statistics for single women v. single men after age 55 are definitely in her favor. And my grandmother is hot. I know that sounds weird, but it's true; she is tall, slim, and dresses with style. Plus she's a lot of fun. Ok, I want to stop thinking about the ramifications of that last statement immediately. Ewww. Anyway, I felt bad because I knew she was spending all that time researching my issues with these visions I was suddenly having. So late Saturday afternoon, I rapped on her door, balancing a tea tray with one hand. I figured she needed some sustenance since she hadn't been out for a regular meal since she got home Friday after work.
    T his would be an ideal time to tell you more about our rather interesting little family. My mom apparently had a really good time when she started college and I was the result. She was raised here in Albuquerque, but got a full ride scholarship to Texas Tech in Lubbock. My grandfather died from a heart attack the spring of her senior year and she says that really messed her up; she started partying and drinking and ended up pregnant by the end of her freshman year and lost her scholarship. My father wanted nothing to do with me and basically denied paternity. Rather than suing for child support or anything, mom just came home with her tail between her legs and bravely faced the future as a single mother, finishing college at our local state university. We have always lived here with Grams; it just would seem strange to move out on our own. Mom and Grams get along great and mostly manage to stay out of each other's personal business. Mom finished her bachelor’s degree and went on to get a master's in education and is now an elementary school principal. Grams is a counselor practicing in a large clinic, specializing in children and family counseling. So, yeah, I've got some really strong female role models and probably more than just a few daddy issues. I sometimes think about the