Raise A Little Hell. Cathryn Fox
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Название: Raise A Little Hell

Автор: Cathryn Fox

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781408928783

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      Nicole gave a casual shrug. “I don’t need to meet him in person to know.”

      “Sure you do,” Kaylea insisted as she neatly slipped the brand-new book on medieval German literature into the four-inch slot where it would likely gather dust for the next millennium. Kaylea twisted and wagged a warning finger. “Meeting a guy online and meeting him in person is not the same thing. Haven’t we been over this?”

      Feeling like a love-struck teenager, Nicole’s insides were bursting with an unusual amount of excitement. She hugged a hardcover book to her chest and spun around. “But he’s so perfect. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Tall, beautiful, sensitive, and he’s a doctor, Kaylea. A doctor. So perfect.” She momentarily shut her eyes and let out a long euphoric sigh. “You know I’m not very religious, but it’s like he was a gift from God. Like he tapped into my thoughts and created the perfect man for me.”

      Nicole opened her eyes in time to see a wave of apprehension spill across Kaylea’s face. Body language telltale, her friend furrowed her brow in genuine concern. Kaylea pitched her voice low—to show the severity of the situation, Nicole supposed—and said, “He sounds too good to be true. And you know what they say about that—”

      Nicole grabbed for Kaylea’s hand and cut her off. “Come on, after all the losers I’ve been out with, and all the failed relationships, can’t you just be happy for me? And look at Brand. Talk about love at first sight, and he’s been an amazing husband, hasn’t he?” Nicole took that moment to glance at her friend’s big belly. “So damn amazing some would think he was too good to be true.”

      After a long thoughtful moment, Kaylea’s blue eyes softened and she squeezed Nicole’s fingers in support, but the underlying worry in her voice hadn’t gone unnoticed. “I am happy for you. I just want you to be careful. There are too many crazies roaming the streets at night and I don’t want you mixed up with any of them.”

      Nicole appreciated her friend’s concern, she really did, but after losing her parents at a young age, and being sent halfway across the country to live with a grandmother who cared little to nothing for her, she’d practically raised herself in one of Chicago’s roughest and toughest neighbourhood. Nicole prided herself on being street savvy, that, and she’d been gifted with a sixth sense. For as long as she could remember, she had the ability to read people, helping her separate the good from the bad. She wasn’t sure if she’d inherited the ability from her parents, as Nicole was so young when they died, too young at the time to understand the significance of her extraordinary gift.

      “You of all people know I’m a good judge of character,” Nicole reminded her. “And Trent is amazing. We have so much in common.”

      Kaylea gave a slow side-to-side shake of her head, her light blond curls bounding with the easy movement. “Jeez, what kind of spell does he have you under anyway?”

      “It’s not a spell. He’s just a really great guy.”

      “I know you think he’s a great guy, but it’s just that…”

      Kaylea’s voice fell off when Nicole raised her arms and placed her palms face out. She cut her hand through the air, shaping the pattern of Kaylea’s body. “And like you, Trent Wheeler has such a beautiful aura about him.”

      Kaylea raised a dubious brow. “You could pick up on that from just his photo?”

      “Yeah,” she murmured dreamily. “Such a soft and beautiful shade of blue. Just like the color of your eyes, in fact.”

      Kaylea leaned against the mobile book rack and asked, “Doesn’t blue mean he’s spiritual?”

      Nicole winked. “Like I said, he’s a gift from God.”

      “Okay, so when and where are you meeting this gift from God?” Kaylea teased.

      “I told him to meet me for lunch at Halo, then we’re going to catch a matinee.” Nicole grabbed another book from the rack and cocked her head. “See, I’m playing it smart. A Saturday-afternoon date, then home by dark, before all the crazies come out of the woodwork.”

      “Alone?”

      Nicole blinked, putting on her best innocent face. “Well, now, that depends,” she hedged, noncommittal.

      Kaylea arched a warning brow. “Nicole?”

      Nicole laughed and planted her hands on her hips. “I’ll tell you what. You stop by Halo and meet him. Once I have your approval then-”

      “Then what?”

      Nicole tossed Kaylea a flirtatious wink. “Then I’ll tell you all about it Sunday over brunch.”

      In the span of a moment, every nerve ending in Conner McClain’s body went on high alert and his blood pressure soared, an automatic reaction to a change in the city’s vibrations. As a Paranormal Task Force officer, he wasn’t at all immune to feeling edgy, antsy and restless. After all, he’d witnessed some pretty fucked-up shit in the California branch before he’d recently relocated to Chicago. But never had he picked up such strong oscillations before. Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. He felt it in every fiber of his being.

      With his adrenaline pumping through his veins at breakneck speed, he swung his unmarked Mustang around and let his senses guide him through the busy afternoon streets, searching for the source of his anxiety.

      He scanned the sidewalks carefully, studying each and every pedestrian as they milled about. Besides the regular steady vibrations and the array of different-colored auras painting the air, there was nothing unusual about this eclectic mix of people. He continued to scan, cataloguing the parade of faces. When he caught sight of a young girl with midnight-black hair, striking green eyes and a powerful golden aura sitting behind a plate-glass window in a curbside café, his heart nearly stopped, and he just knew he’d found what he was looking for. He quickly rolled his window down and palmed the cold midday air in affirmation. As he studied her graceful movements, his blood began to burn in a way he’d never before experienced. How peculiar. Wouldn’t that only happen if she was a…

      Conner blinked, his thoughts fragmenting.

      Surely to God she wasn’t…

      Energy came off her in waves as her gaze surfed over the crowd outside; intelligent, intuitive eyes brushing over his without conscious thought. But if she was what Connor thought she was, then there would be nothing unconscious about her actions. She’d be naturally seeking him out. Drawn to him in ways no mere mortal could possibly understand.

      His pulse leaped and his heart pounded so hard he feared it would jump from his chest. He yanked his wheel to the right and pulled up to the curb on the opposite side of the street, angling his body for a better view as a barrage of emotions hit him—her emotions.

      Waves of excitement and nervousness swamped him as he watched her anxiously stare at the door, awaiting company. But it was who, or rather what, that was about to make her acquaintance that knotted his insides like a pretzel. Using his cell phone, Conner inconspicuously snapped her picture and ran it through his database. As soon as her identity came shooting back to him, his entire body began to shake, and a rush of energy threw him back against his car seat.

      What the fuck?

      He’d been doing this job long enough to know the presence of Lucifer’s СКАЧАТЬ