Chapter 3
Jacque stepped into the Henry’s house and her nerves instantly began to jangle like an out of tune brass band. And when she locked eyes with Fane, standing at the bottom of the stairs, she felt a weird tingling sensation across the top of her shoulders and behind her neck. She reached up and placed her hand on her neck, tilting it a bit as if it were stiff. The sensation had not been a painful one, but it had been strange.
Jacque tried, unsuccessfully she was sure, to take in as many details of the boy as she could. He wore a dark grey short-sleeved T-shirt, jeans, and motorcycle boots, and the wallet in his back pocket was attached with a metal chain. He took the bad boy look to a whole new level.
The look on Fane’s face was one of curiosity. And could that be…nervousness as
