Sharon Horton
Author of Romantic Fiction
Jinxed
(Excerpt)
With a renewed sense of strength, Kendra brushed the tears from her eyes, stood and walked out of the campsite. She made it all the way around a small group of shrubs before her newly found resolve vanished.
Jinx had waited for her. He didn’t move, but instead let Kendra make her way to him.
She stopped a few feet away. “Patrick saw you leaving my tent.”
“Ah, that explains why he was so quiet while fishing. I’m sorry. I’ll have a talk with him and explain things.”
Kendra shook her head then lowered it. “You don’t have to talk to him. He said he wouldn’t tell anyone.”
In two strides Jinx had Kendra’s chin in one hand, the back of her head in the other, his eyes and his question piercing. “What else did Patrick say?”
“He said I...I deserved to be...happy.”
Jinx smiled. “I knew there was a good reason I liked that boy. He’s right. You do deserve to be happy.”
“Don’t you see?” Kendra cried. “Patrick has the wrong impression about who we are to each other, and why you’re even here with me. He doesn’t understand…”
“Doesn’t he?” Jinx asked quietly.
As a policeman, Jinx knew he should now let go of Kendra and back away. As a man, it was all he could do to think straight. How could he? Between the warm softness his hand could actually feel against her neck, to the velvety softness he could only imagine his lips would find against hers, it was a wonder he could breathe.