Chapter Thirteen
On any normal summer day, the sun would have been blazing through the open curtains at that hour, but the sky was dark, and the air thick, steamy in an unusual way. She took a deep whiff of morning air and realized it was about to rain.
“Alexa!” The sound of her name exploded away the languid feeling the impending storm produced and brought her instantly to her feet. She leapt toward the door and opened it wide, certain that she’d forgotten something to have Bo coming for her now.
She saw his face and exclaimed a wary, “Bo?” His utter coldness, the toughness in the set of his jaw suggested that he had some weighty matter on his mind.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not one damn thing is wrong with me that whipping your bratty ass won’t take care of.”
Ah, now she could feel a s***
