clatter of my cell phone bouncing against the nightstand startles me awake. My
heavy lids refuse to open. Another late night on the roof with Marcus—and that
was after spending two hours working on a killer CD mix for him. Did he
struggle this much when he made my CDs last year?
I snuggle into my pillow, sleep
beckoning. My phone vibrates again. I reach for it with a groan. Marcus is probably
the only person I would forgive for bugging me this early. Maybe my gargoyle
boyfriend wants to meet me for an early morning kiss? Nothing could top that.
Seriously??? Are you kidding me???
You’re the luckiest girl alive!
I reread Katie’s text, but it makes
I bolt upright. Is
it possible she saw us last night? Crap. I fell asleep on the roof with Marcus.
He and his wings, in all their glorious beauty, delivered me safely to the
ground. He doesn’t need his wings for that small of a jump. He did it for me.
He knows I love them.
I swallow a shriek as I spot the
figure leaning against my dresser.
are you doing in my bedroom?” I snap, my heart hammering against my rib cage.
Jude crosses his arms over his chest. In the year that I’ve known him, my
learned to mimic human gestures
well. Then it hits me. That’s one of my most common gestures.
“I would like to meet your great-uncles.”
swallow hard. “I told you it would happen when the time’s right.” “I’m done
“Let me ease them into it,” I plead.
My phone vibrates in my hand. That’s
when I remember Katie’s message.
do I say to my best friend and neighbor if she saw Marcus deliver me to my
bedroom window? Play dumb?
uncles putter around the kitchen, clanging pans and chopping vegetables. The
smell of fresh brewed coffee drifts into my bedroom, followed by the heavy,
smoky smell of bacon.
“Perfect. We can have breakfast
together,” Jude says.
I return my cell to my bedside
“Please,” I whisper. “Not today.”
The front door creaks open.
Sheldon grabbing the Sunday paper from the sidewalk? How do I get rid of Jude?
I throw off my sheet and blanket, thinking through a safe response to Katie.
“Bernard? Can you come here,
about Sheldon’s tone causes the back of my neck to get all prickly. Do they
know Jude’s here? How did he get in, anyway? Did he pick the lock on the front
“Lucy?” Bernard calls out.
pushes himself off the dresser. “I’ll be out front. Come and invite me in.” In
one smooth motion, he climbs out the window. So that’s how he did it.
I change out of pajamas and into
shorts and a T-shirt, my stomach churning.
How do I introduce Jude?