Page 7 of Bump in the Night
“Okay!” I reply, without giving it a single thought. Watching me like a couple of hawks? This is better than what I had inmind.
Elliot tears his gaze from mine. It’s only when he looks away that I realize I was staring up athim.
Elliot and his chiseled features, dark hair, and dark eyes. He’s stern and strict, but sometimes his words are so damn sweet. Mostly, they’re hard as ice – but I know, under the ice, he’s a big softy. When the ice melts, it’s just a puddle. Only, I don’t know if I’ve cracked him justyet.
“No,” he says, putting a hand out to John. “No. He wants her at home tonight.” He casts his long, intense gaze on me. I’m melting inside and I look up at him, hanging on for whatever his next words will be. He narrows his eyes and then his expression softens. His jaw unclenches, brows unknit, and his chestdeflates.
He tells John to make thecall.
“Now let’s go get you a costume,” John says with a mischievous lilt, throwing his big arm around my shoulders and taking out his phone. My heart is skipping inside my chest as my dad answers and gives John the okay for them to bring me to the party. I know he trusts them implicitly, and who better to look after metonight?
Elliot grabs my fallen backpack and brings up the rear. I can hear him muttering something behind us, and I put my hand flat on John’s chest as I beam up athim.
Yesss!
