Free Moonlight Calls (Demon's Call Series Book 1) by Kaye Draper Page A

Amanda drifted into the break room as I was just
finishing up the last of my lunch.  She raised an eyebrow as she watched me pop
the last of my homemade rolled egg into my mouth.  My cusine had undergone a massive
makeover now that I had a roommate who could cook.  No more peanut butter
sandwiches for me. 
    “Hey,” she said
with an air of purposeful nonchalance as she drifted toward the time clock. 
“I’m leaving, but I thought you might want to know there’s a delivery out
back.”  She kept her gaze on the time clock as she swiped her badge, but the
corner of her mouth twitched.  “I know you like to help out sometimes.” 
    Most of the
other hospital staff get angry when they’re asked to help with something they don’t
consider part of the job description.  I, on the other hand, welcome the change
of pace. Besides, it was always an excuse to outside for a while.  I didn’t
quite trust Amanda’s mood.  She was definitely up to something.  But I couldn’t
pass up the opportunity.
    “Thanks.”  I
packed up my lunch things and waved goodbye as she grabbed her bag.
    I made my way to
the loading area at the back of the hospital, where I was welcomed by a chorus
of feminine giggles.  Seriously, they were giggling.  I was surprised
there were that many people helping today.  There was a small crowd of
miscellaneous staff gathered around the back of the delivery truck, each vying
for their turn to take a box of supplies.  When I saw the guy inside the truck,
it all made sense.  As I walked down the narrow paved stretch alongside the
loading area, he put his hands up in a helpless gesture, having reached the end
of the boxes.
    The gaggle of
females began to trickle back inside and he jumped out of the truck, landing in
the sunshine.  He was easily the tallest man I had ever seen.  He was also
rippling with muscles from his wide shoulders to his long legs, and everywhere
in-between.  His hair was midnight black, and the sun glinted off it when he
moved.  As a rule, I usually don’t care for long hair on men, but he could
break that rule all he wanted.  His glorious mane of hair was tied back in a
thick ponytail that reached his hips.  It was striking, but then everything
about him was striking. 
     I sighed
wistfully as I sank down on a bench outside the door, not bothering to try to
get rid of the red haze that ringed his outline as he moved.  I was kind of
getting used to the technicolor glow that some people had, and it was getting
to the point where it wasn’t worth the effort to fight it.  He turned and
looked right at me as if he’d heard my sigh, an impossible feat from that
distance.
     I looked away
and felt my cheeks getting hot, although I don’t know why; he had to be used to
having women gawk at him.  I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting
the sun warm my face.  I really didn’t want to go back inside the sterile
hospital with its overly powerful air conditioners.  I swear they run those
things in the winter too, in some sort of effort to refrigerate the patients. 
Maybe they think they’ll keep longer.
    I heard a scuff
of sound and cracked an eyelid, finding a pair of worn work boots in my field
of vision.  I brought my head up slowly, guiltily giving myself time to enjoy
the view.  He had on soft, well-worn jeans over his boots and although they
weren’t tight, they did show off his body nicely.  Above that, a worn black
t-shirt clung to his torso like a second skin. Yummy.
    I licked my lips
involuntarily and continued to look up.  My eyes lighted on a chiseled face
with full lips and a wide mouth.  He had an aristocratic nose that was just a
touch too long, and a smidge crooked, and eyes that were the most startling
shade of green.  My gaze lingered on the eyes.  They seemed familiar somehow. 
I blushed yet again as I realized that he was silently laughing at me while he
patiently waited for me to finish ogling him.  I glared at him, and