Awakening Kiss (Watcher's Kiss Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

Shore.” Rhys steered them onto a main road and headed toward the expressway.
    “Oh.” Enza couldn’t keep the surprise out of that tiny syllable. Rhys lived in the Gold Coast neighborhood, where some of Chicago’s most expensive homes stood proudly on super clean streets. Hunting supernatural bad guys must pay very, very well. That would explain the fancy car. “You’re right. That’s not out of the way.”
    They took the on-ramp and were soon driving east to the city. In the back seat, Brenin cracked his neck. Enza turned to him, remembering that if she and Rhys had left the alley, he’d been alone with the guys he was fighting. “We went into that um, portal… Did you get hurt back there?” she asked.
    He winked. “Never better.”
    She nodded, not wanting to know what happened to the other guys. Elves. Did Brenin zap them somewhere, or… What did they do with elves they beat up? No. She squeezed her eyes shut. Not going there.
    Enza snuck a peek at Rhys. He looked so normal. Why did it feel like her world had turned upside down?
    He shot her a glance—a smile and a question mixed in one disarmingly attractive stare. Oh boy. This night was getting to her head. She needed to say something to fill the quiet. “So, what do you do? Besides, um…” She moved her hand in a circle in the air, unsure what to call keeping an eye on evil non-human things. “This?”
    “Computer coding.” He shifted lanes to the far left.
    “Oh, wow,” she said. “That’s cool. Technology hates me.”
    Rhys cracked a wide grin. “Ones and zeroes can’t hate anyone. They can’t feel emotion. That’s a fact.”
    “Yeah, well several facts came into question tonight,” she muttered.
    “Hey.” He took one hand off the wheel and she swore he was about to rest it on her leg. But he stopped, letting it hover for half a second before setting it on the center console. “Sorry. You know, it’s really just another language.”
    “Pfft. One I’ll never speak.” She gazed at the mix of trees and squat office buildings flying by the window. “Everything electronic breaks around me. Apps glitch. My browsers quit, and my files don’t want to save. That’s why I went to culinary school.”
    “Ah. Makes sense.”
    “What makes sense?” She frowned.
    “You kinda smell like a bakery.”
    She gave a half laugh. “Oh. I work in one. Actually a bakery and a coffee shop. I make the pastries, so I’m mostly in the back. I can brew basic drinks, but you’re in trouble if you ask me for a non-fat hazelnut macchiato with three pumps caramel and a drizzle of chocolate sauce, upside down with extra whip.”
    Rhys laughed. “That sounds like a grocery list, not a drink. People order that?”
    “Yep.” She shifted her shoulders against the seat, finally relaxing a little. “You’d be surprised at the requests we get.”
    “Won’t catch me ordering that. My coffee has to be black, strong, nothing in it except caffeine.”
    “Now that, I can do.”
    “Yeah?” His voice was surprisingly flirtatious.
    “Um.” Oops. She hadn’t meant to flirt. She was just making conversation…right? Wait, maybe this was all in her head. Crap! “I mean, that’s the kind of thing even I could brew, for a customer. Who came into the shop. If I was filling in…up front…”
    God, she sounded like an idiot. She swallowed and stared at the white lane dividers flashing by.
    “What’s your place called? You never said the name.”
    “Java Genie, on Clark Street.”
    The highway angled, and the glittering, majestic city skyline came into view. The John Hancock building and the Willis Tower framed the scene, windows lit up in an impressive display, so bright they out-shone the stars. Home.
    Enza had always lived in Chicago with her mom, Concetta, moving out of their house in the Little Italy neighborhood a few years ago. Her mom had wanted her to stay, but Enza needed some space and a break from the attempts at match-making with “good Italian