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Top 10 Paranormal Romance
never imprinted so much at one time. The weariness of using her gift had crept up on her, robbing what little energy she had managed to recoup from last night’s sleep. “I’m wiped out. I don’t think I can do another one, for a while at least.”
“We should be good to go for now, so take it easy.” Troy said. A look of concern crossed his face as he looked down at his hands. “I’m not going to blow myself up by accidentally bumping into something, am I?”
“I...” Alix began, about to reassure him, but then realized she had no idea what could happen. “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think so.”
Sam took a step away from Troy. “Man, that sucks.”
“Well it shouldn’t hurt you ,” Alix directed at Troy. “Us maybe, but not you.”
Troy looked down at his chest where the symbol of protection was permanently etched into his skin. “Yeah, I guess not.”
Alix rubbed her temples in an attempt to stave off a building headache. “Just don’t hit anything too hard with your hands, okay?”
“I’ll take note of the warning,” he replied wryly.
“That’s just great,” Sam said sarcastically. “I feel better already.”
Troy laughed and got to his feet. “We need some new wheels.”—he looked at Sam—“Did you happen to see any car lots while you were out last night?”
Sam took another step back. “Actually yeah, I did.”
“Good.” Troy said, ignoring Sam’s paranoia and opened the door to the room. “Let’s get moving.”
“I’ll be sitting in back,” Sam whispered, as Alix stood to leave.
A lix leaned against her once beautiful car, torn between counting her freshly withdrawn cash, and eyeing Troy as he dealt with the used-car salesman. Cash was always fun to count, but Troy was eye-candy she couldn’t resist. Priorities girl. She tore her gaze from the man’s well-rounded ass.
“Good thing the bank transferred our dough, huh?” Sam murmured, as she counted her own pile of Benjamin’s.
Between the two of them, they had a little over fifteen grand, which was more than enough to buy one of the junkers off this lot. Their survival was Alix’s real concern though. Hell, starting a whole new life for that matter.
Alix nodded. “Yeah, lucked out on that one. It’s like the only thing that’s gone our way.”
“Not the only thing,” Sam said in her devilish tone, as she glanced at Troy.
Blood rushed to Alix’s cheeks. She was trying to forget that Sam had walked in on her and Troy having sex, but the cursed blonde wouldn’t let it go. “You’re a pain in my ass, ya know that?”
“Of course I am.” Sam smirked, as she pointed back and forth between the two of them. “That’s what makes this work.”
Alix barked a laugh. “I think you’re talking about my unbelievably high tolerance of a goober-headed flowerchild.”
Sam gaped with mock offense, and did her best impression of a haughty aristocrat. “Well, I never!”
Alix chuckled, stuffing the handful of cash in her pocket.
“You have some nerve girl.” Sam propped her fists on her slim hips. “I ain’t no freakin’ flowerchild.”
Alix glanced at her friend’s mangled hair. “Fine, ya wannabe rastie.”
Sam’s eyes got big with genuine surprise, as her hands went to her golden locks defensively.
They both cracked up. Alix snorted loudly, making Sam laugh even harder.
“What the hell was that?” Sam wheezed. “Porky!”
“Shut up!” Alix gasped, holding her sides, as she continued to laugh. “I can’t breathe.”
The volume at which the girls’ were chortling drew the attention of the used-car salesman and Troy. Fortunately, only a few seconds of puzzlement passed over their furrowed brows, before they turned back to their haggling, leaving the girls to their foolishness.
Sam straightened with a sigh. “You’re too much, girl.”
“You’re the one with the smart mouth, dear,” Alix replied, her gaze lingering once again on Troy.
“Why are you holdin’ back?”