Double Dating with the Dead by Karen Kelley (best fiction novels to read .txt) 📗

and didn’t. Major pissed off if they were only having fun because they didn’t have anything better to do.

Paige had left, as well as Tye. Trent was at the store and she was bored. She could meditate. No, she hadn’t been able to concentrate since making love with Trent.

She hugged her middle and sighed.

Meditation had taken on a whole new meaning. She had only one thing on her mind. Like the way his hands had roamed over her naked body. Oh, God, what about when he’d poured the wine on her? Damn, every time she had a glass of wine she’d remember. He’d given a whole new meaning to the term wine tasting.

Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

She wandered into the foyer where Trent had spent part of the day. For just a moment she closed her eyes and inhaled. His scent lingered, drawing her in.

Maybe they wouldn’t wait until tonight.

She sat in the chair he’d used. This was large enough, cushy enough, that they could just make love right here. She squeezed her thighs together and could almost feel him buried inside her.

I’m so bad.

She smiled and laid her head on the arm of the chair, bringing her feet up and drawing them beneath her, and closed her eyes.

When Trent returned, they would have hot, get-down-and-dirty sex. Her body ached with need. If she didn’t stop thinking about sex, she was going to implode.

She opened her eyes. For a moment she stared at the books stacked on the small table. It took her a second to recognize the one in the middle of all the others.

Trent’s black book.

Oh, this wasn’t good. She bit her bottom lip. Don’t even think about it.

Basically, Selena had good values. She didn’t steal. Once, she’d forgotten to pay for a package of gum, and she made a trip all the way back to the store to give the clerk the money.

And she didn’t curse. At least, not often.

Occasionally, she had a glass of wine and sometimes a frozen margarita, but she wasn’t a drunk. Getting plastered at her cousin Zelda’s wedding shower didn’t really count.

Tentatively, she reached out and brushed her fingers down the spine of Trent’s book. Leather. Nice. She nudged it just a little, and it fell to the floor, along with two more books.

“Oops.”

Leaning over the side of the chair, she picked them all up, but put only two of them back, then glanced out the window. The coast was clear, not that she wouldn’t hear him when he drove up.

“No, I’m not going to look inside.”

She fanned the pages, seeing that he’d written quite a lot, but she didn’t read any of the words. She certainly wouldn’t want anyone prying into her diary or notes. She firmly closed the book and started to set it back where she’d gotten it, but paused at the last second.

There had been that one time she’d sneaked a look inside Paige’s diary. She’d practically saved her cousin’s life. If not for her, Paige would have let that horrible new boy, Eric, kiss her all because he’d worn a leather jacket to school.

What was it about men and leather?

But Selena had his number from the very start. When she overheard him bragging to some other boys that he would have kissed every girl in the senior class by the end of the week, well, she’d warned Paige in the nick of time. Saved her from being the object of humor.

Maybe she’d read just a paragraph or two. What could be the harm?

She settled back into the chair and opened the book.

First impression: Miss James is cute and very determined.

She smiled. So he thought she was cute. Trent was off to a good start earning points with her. She read further.

I wonder if she actually believes what she writes in her columns. Up close, she doesn’t look the type who would be out to make a buck, but one can never be too sure.

Cute and she didn’t look like someone who would take advantage of anyone. That was okay, but she wasn’t too sure of his remark about wondering if she actually believed in what she wrote. She continued reading.

Her opinion of Trent dropped rapidly after the first page.

Several pages later, she slammed the book shut and raised it above her head. Just before letting it fly across the room, she took a deep breath and returned it back to its resting place.

How could he? How could he!

She jumped to her feet and began to pace across the foyer. It was bad enough that he believed she was ripping off the public, but to be gathering information so he could write an exposé about her? That was so low.

And to think she’d had sex with him. He was probably going to write about that, too.

She reached into her pocket and flipped open her cell phone, hitting speed dial. Paige answered after one ring.

“I need a hex that will knock Trent into tomorrow.”

“What’d he do? Y’all seemed to be getting along okay before I left.”

“He left his black book out. You know, the one I was telling you about. The one he’s always scribbling in.”

“And you snooped?”

Selena suddenly had a bad taste in her mouth. When Paige said the words out loud it made her feel kind of…well, bad. It still didn’t change the fact he’d been researching her like a bugologist.

She squared her shoulders. “Yeah, I snooped.”

“Good for you. So what’s he been writing?”

She plopped down in the chair and crossed her legs. “He thinks I’m crazy, and he’s going to write a book about how I’m conning the public. It’s not enough that he wants to ruin my career. No, he wants to tell the world I’m up to no good.”

And that was what rubbed her raw. She’d thought they were becoming friends. That he might be a little open to her beliefs. No, that wasn’t the case at all. He’d been dissecting her. Everything between them had meant absolutely nothing to him.

So who was