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Excerpt: To Urn Her Love
In silence, they walked the corridor flanking the stairs to the
second story. Kyle stayed behind, digging through the plate of
refreshments. They passed two doors and Caylie began to wonder
just how large his home was. She dared not look around too much,
afraid she'd grow jealous and feel even more insignificant than she
already did. There were no disillusions in her life, she knew she
was poor. Never before though had she felt impoverished. Until
now. However, she did keep a roof over hers and Kyle's head and
they never went without a meal. Those were at least things she
could be proud of. He opened a door to the left and motioned
ʺOn the desk. May I ask first though, who you're calling?"
With a sheepish smile, she held up the card. ʺA cab, I...
accidentally locked my keys in my car this afternoon."
He stepped inside and closed the door. ʺI can give you a ride
Shaking her head, she took the card between both her hands
and stared down at it. Anything not to look at him and his way too
handsome face and the body that proved he did hard labor. A few
strands of gray stood out in his dark brown hair, slight lines
appeared when he smiled, but other than that, the man was still
dangerously good-looking. Only now he had a few years that took
away that fresh-from-school look and a filled out frame that came
with manhood. Alone in a room with him was so not where she
wanted to be.
ʺI couldn't possibly ask for anything more from you. We
have done more than enough."
ʺNo," he said softly and the light, musky scent of his cologne
filled her nose as he moved closer. ʺYour brother has done enough.
You did nothing but return what was stolen, hours after it
happened, I might add. You did me a huge favor, especially since
my mother happened to show up to get a good look at the urn."
ʺSomething you wouldn't have even had to worry about if
my brother hadn't taken it in the first place." She shook her head
and put some distance between them, moving towards the phone.
ʺI'm sorry, I can't accept anything else from you. Agreeing not to
press charges and then giving my brother an opportunity to do
some good...it's more than enough, more than I could thank you
Before she could reach the phone, his hand wrapped around
her upper arm. His touch sent waves of longing through her body.
Not wanting to feel anything stronger, she brushed his hand away,
thankful he released her without hesitation. His eyes darkened
with anger and something she couldn't place and wasn't sure if she