Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Chloe felt her cheeks heat. Suddenly shy, she turned her attention to her sandwich, taking a massive bite. Amos chuckled.
Despite the sensual tension lingering between them, the conversation turned to safer avenues. Amos asked how her shift was going, listening intently as she detailed the annoyance du jour–that the hospice had switched to a different brand of nitrile gloves and all the staff absolutely hated the new ones.
“They’re made for alien hands, I swear,” Chloe complained. She went still, her frown shifting from annoyance to speculation.
“What?” Amos asked.
“Now that I know vampires are real, I’m wondering if all those stories about aliens are a lot more credible than I thought p>
Amos shrugged. “I can’t help you there. I’ve often wondered myself how many mythical creatures are actually real. But the only ones I can confirm for certain are vampires and werewolves p>
Chloe shouldn’t have been shocked by that revelation considering who she was sitting across from, but she absolutely was.
“Werewolves are real p>
Amos nodded, looking suddenly grim. “And mindlessly vicious. If you ever have any inkling that you’re near a werewolf or in their territory, get the hell away. They will tear you apart without a second thought p>
“How would I know if I was near one p>
“You probably wouldn’t,” he said uneasily. “They don’t come into
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cities much, so it shouldn’t be a problem. In their animal form, they look like incredibly large wolves. In human form, they look like any other human. Taller than average. More muscular, maybe. They smell dozzish. I don’t think your’d pick up on it, but for my kind, it’s very off–putting”
Chloe had a thousand more questions, but she was out of time–she needed to get back to work. She waved the waitress over, asking for the check. When it came, Amos grabbed it.
“Amos,” Chloe objected. “You can’t pay. You didn’t even eat anything”
“I will later,” he said, flashing her a dark smile.
A hot flush spread over her body. She shot an embarrassed look at the waitress, but the older woman seemed totally unfazed and
uninterested. Amos handed her his card.
When lunch was paid up, Amos walked Chloe back to the hospice.
She hesitated at the staff entrance, not sure how to say goodbye to
him. They’d both acknowledged that there was….something…between
them. They hadn’t really clarified what exactly that was, though.
Chloe wasn’t sure if they were in a hug goodbye, kiss goodbye, or
playful–slug–on–the–arm kind of dynamic.
“Thank you for the sandwich,” she said, fidgeting with her hospital ID card. “And thank you for, you know, saving my life, probably p>
Amos’s expression hardened at the last part. He didn’t respond to
her immediately, seeming to need a moment to collect himself.
“There’s no need to thank me,” he said finally. “I’ll see you
tomorrow p>
Chloe nodded. “Yeah p>
For a taut, electrified moment, Chloe thought Amos might kiss her. Instead, he stepped back, snapping the tension like a broken string,
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“Goodnight, Chloe p>
“Goodnight, Amos p>
He waited while she let herself inside. When the door swung shut, he finally walked away. Chloe leaned against the potted plant in the entry, peering through the transom window, watching him go. Anticipation and confusion danced over her nerves. Had she imagined the sexual tension? He’d only said that he liked her and wanted to spend more time with her. Maybe he just wanted a buddy.
She immediately scoffed at the thought. He got as hard as a tire iron every time he fed from her. That man wasn’t just looking for a pal. With a self–satisfied smile, she finally turned away from the windo and got back to work.
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