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lounge chair to watch the soothing waves.  His eyes had the same calming effect on me.
    “Well…” he said, pausing as if he knew he was interrupting my thoughts, “I’ll let you unpack.”
    With the threat of him leaving, I finally came to.  Trying to pull it back together, I quickly scrambled for something more to say in an effort to keep him in my room longer.
    “Thanks for bringing all my stuff up here.”
    “You’re welcome.  If you need any more help tomorrow, let me know.” 
    “I’ll do that.  Thanks,” I said, realizing a second too late that I just agreed to his departure.  He put his hand to the door and started to leave.
    “I like that ring on your thumb,” I said, stupidly.  I could hardly see it from across the room.
    “Oh… thanks,” he replied.
    That didn’t work. 
    All I could do was stare at him in desperation, as his ocean blue eyes shifted away from me.  When the door clicked shut, I sighed and walked toward the bed just in time to hear him say, ‘Goodnight, Logan’ softly through the door. 

Andrea Wells – The Violet Hour
    Chapter 4
    The air was sharp, making it hard to breath.  I sat down and knelt to take off my shoe, but another hand reached in to help instead.  Startled, I slowly looked up to see Luke kneeling in front of me.  He carefully slid his hand over my ankle, grazing the tips of my fingers and sending electricity through my entire body as he took the tattered shoe off for me.  I let out a short breath and closed my eyes, committing the image of his face to memory. 
    I slowly reopened my eyes and he was gone.  The dim ring of light not revealing where he’d disappeared to.  I heard movement all around me, but couldn’t find my voice to speak.  From the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing beside me.
    I stood up quickly.
    As if I’d scared her, she disappeared.  I didn’t know whether I’d actually seen her or only hoped I’d seen her standing there.  In the blink of an eye, Luke reappeared.  He put his hand out toward me, inviting me into the grass.  The blades were damp and cool against my toes, sending undeniable chills across my body until they met the warmth of Luke’s touch.
    Shoes in one hand and my hand in the other, Luke lead us toward a gate on the other side of the grassy yard.  Stepping out of the light and into the darkness, I suddenly felt we were being watched.  Looking up at Luke, his eyes were locked on something in front of us, like he could see through the night.  Before I could follow his line of vision, he squeezed my hand so hard I came to an abrupt halt.   
    Howls filled the air.  They got louder, closer than the last time I’d heard the calls echo around me from my bedroom porch.  Frantically, I searched out in front of me, listening to the sounds getting more piercing as they drew nearer. 
    Suddenly, three pairs of glowing eyes appeared in the night.
    I took a deep breath.

Andrea Wells – The Violet Hour
    Chapter 5
    I shot upright in my bed.  My heart raced as a tiny bead of moisture rolled down the side of my cheek.  I quickly smothered it in my hand, convinced it would be bright red.  I sighed heavily when I confirmed it was only sweat.  Rubbing my hand across my forehead, I couldn’t believe how warm I felt and how dark my dreams had wandered. 
    As the rain played music on the roof, I lay back against my pillows trying to convince myself that the pouring rain had woken me, rather than my twisted dream.  Deciding I need a breath of fresh air, I pushed the covers off and headed for the porch.  The sky was dark and gloomy.  Just like my mood.  Even though it was early morning, I was ready to start the day.  Or, ready to get it over with. 
    I kept my sweats on and tip-toed downstairs quietly, unsure if anyone would be up so early.  Rain blurred the view through the large windows in the family room as I made my way down the winding staircase.  It felt like a good day to sleep-in longer,