(Excerpt from "Secrets")
His
mother went all out with this one, the man was stunning but beneath the
exterior, Brell saw an underlying cunning and somewhat calculating look in the
eyes staring back at him.
“You
startled me,” The apprentice gave a seductive smile and moved to hold out his
hand.
When
Brell didn’t move from the doorway, the man’s smile wobbled and his hand fell.
“I’m Trace Samson, a friend of your mothers,” The man said as if that would
give him an in.
“Good
bye Mr. Samson,” Brell said and held the door open. “Please tell my mother that
I’m not interested. Perhaps she’ll take you to lunch for your trouble.” Brell
turned dismissively away from the man.
“Who
told you what I’m here for?” The brunette challenged.
Stretching
to his full height, Brell shifted his stance. His back ached and his head
ached, he didn’t need this bullshit. “I don’t need to guess, you’re exactly the
type my mother has been throwing at me for years.”
The man ran his gaze
suggestively over Brell.
“No,”
Brell said striding into his bedroom and slamming the door.
Pissed
that his sanctuary had been violated, Brell yanked on a shirt, shorts, and slid into a pair of beach sandals.
Snapping his fingers,
a rolled-up set of plans suddenly appeared in his hand, and Brell grabbed his house
keys determined to lock the house and toss up some protection wards.
Coming
back out a minute later he found the novice, Trace Samson, standing in the open
doorway.
“I’m
going out to get something to eat now, and you’re going to leave,” Brell said
advancing to the doorway and effectively crowding the other man back so that he
had no other choice but to stepped outside of the house.
Locking
the door, Brell took off down the beach.
“Wait!
Can you give me a ride into town?”
“There’s
a bus about a mile down the road, I’ll help you along.” With a snap of Brell’s
fingers, the young man disappeared from the spot and appeared abruptly on the
side of the road. “If you hurry you’ll catch the last one,” Brell called back
before walking the distance down the beach to his favorite beach bar.
Transporting
to just inside the brown wooden door, Brell moved across the sandy floor and took a
seat at the bar that ran the length of one wall.
Ryan, his best friend and a lineal Sorcerer, gave him a wave and set a cold bottle of beer in front of him
with a smile. Brell had known the man for years. Ryan owned the Sea Shell Bar
and Grill but rarely tended the bar unless he was shorthanded.
“So…
I see the bombshell found you?” Ryan said.
Brell
took a long swallow of his drink. “Bombshell?” Then it dawned on him. “Oh
yeah,”
Ryan
laughed. “He came by here before he headed over to your house.”
“And,
you couldn’t have warned me?”
“Now
where is the fun in that?”
“Prick.”
“Yes.” Ryan leaned against the bar and gave him a smug smile.
Reluctantly
Brell smiled and then suddenly found himself laughing along with Ryan.
“You
never know man, that could have been the one. Then all
your mommy issues would be solved,” Ryan teased.
“Fuuuck you,” Brell snorted.
(c)
Reese Knightley Author 2017
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