In the meantime, I'm going to be keeping my eyes on you, special-forces or not a bullet to the ass would stop any man in his tracks." Dad was back to muttering but it looked like the crisis was over.
"You would think so wouldn't you?" The sinister smile on Thorn's face did not bode well; oh boy, seems like I'd bitten off more than I could chew, but I so liked the flavor.
I was ushered back to the couch while they carried on their conversation in hushed tones.
I was dying to run upstairs and get on the computer to look up this Russian intelligence thing dad was talking about, but I was also a little apprehensive about what I might find.
So far nothing about Thorn Azarov was adding up, though I didn’t sense any danger when I was with him, I had the overwhelming feeling that there was something else going on that I wasn’t aware of.
Chapter 11
Thorn stayed with me for the next few days, never moving too far away from my side. It was strange, but whenever he was close by I felt whole, happy and almost giddy.
But when he would move away, especially if he left the room for any length of time, it was almost as if I'd lost a limb and the feeling kept getting stronger as the days wore on.
It was a bit confusing, because I've always been a very solitary person; I mean I had to be, being raised by a seemingly disinterested and sometimes scatterbrained mother. I’d learned to keep my own company.
But now I find myself being needy and almost embarrassingly whiny when he had to leave me. In those few days we grew closer, though we both seemed to be shying away from anything too heavy.
He also seemed to be reading my mind, which I couldn’t reconcile with anything I’d ever experienced before, but there were certainly strange occurrences that led me down a very fanciful path.
Like just now for instance. We'd both been relaxing on the couch, his arms wrapped around me from behind, while I lay back against him reading, and he watched something on TV.
I'd had a sudden yen for a latte, the thought just fleeting, but very welcome, since the only thing I’d been able to keep down in the last few days is weak tea.
Thorn kissed my hair and with a soft ‘I'll be right back' had left the house. Now a few minutes later he was back with a latte made just the way I liked it.
"Thorn can you read my mind?"
I watched him closely, my breath held as I awaited his answer. His eyes flashed and I swear they changed color for a second.
I felt that spark of electricity in the air that I was beginning to associate with his nearness and my skin tingled.
His answer was to draw me close and kiss my forehead, which is something he usually did when he didn't want to answer me, or so I’ve noticed.
I was catching onto his many quirks. I’d also learned that there was no point in pushing him farther, because it never worked. Whatever secrets he kept he held fast to.
I’m sure that should scare the crap out of me, but every time my mind started down that road I’d feel that cool breeze and a light touch against my nape, and the impending fear, would be as if it never was.
"Tomorrow I will take you to school, I've had a look at your vehicle and it's not suitable. Then maybe after classes you might want to meet my family?"
I felt my mouth twitch a little at the fleeting expressions on his face, from total disgust when speaking of my clunker to a touch of uncertainty when asking me to meet his family. I held his arm close to me as I leaned against his shoulder.
"I've already met your sister, I think." I frowned a little at the memory of the strange exchanges I’d had with the pixie.
"Natalia is more pest than sister." He said it with an indulgent smile as he wrapped me in his arms. I've never felt anything like being in his arms. It’s not just an, ‘oh this feels good’ feeling.
It feels like he's shielding me somehow, but I don't know how or from what. It's just a weird feeling I get whenever we're this close. It's as if time stands still and nothing else seems to matter, like whatever is wrong in my world, will eventually sort itself out.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be in love? My heart raced at the thought. I'm not the luckiest girl in the world, what if it doesn't work out, what if he leaves me? He’s so beautiful and I’m just plain old me. What if he abandons me again...where had that thought come from?