Page 64 of When the Snowman Whispered
She licked her lips and my dick grew harder than it ever had.
Don’t do that, Faith. I’m trying to be the good guy, but if you lick that lip one more time.
She pulled her bare arm out of the blankets and pointed at my chest. “Who gave you that little leather bag around your neck?”
Stupid. She’s not looking at your muscles. She’s staring at the bag.
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he shook her head and continued to point at the bag. “Did my mother give you that?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath,
“What?”
She took off her own little bag around her neck. It was funny how her being butt naked and appearing so sexy in the snow, made me not see the bag against her chest.
Addie Mae must’ve given her the same type of bag.
The bags were twins. Both were tiny and made in red leather that was tied together with black string. Heart-shaped keys dangled on each side.
“Why did she give you yours?” I asked.
Sitting up, she kept the blanket around her chest. Those beautiful bare arms appeared smooth in the light. She put her bag on the coffee table. “Why did my mother give you yours?”
“I have no idea.” Walking over to her, I sat on the floor and set mine on the table next to hers. “She just told me to wear it.”
“When?”
“Last week. I’ve been wearing it ever since.”
“And. . .” She bit her bottom lip.
“What?”
“Anything weird happened around you?”
You mean besides finding you having sex with snow?
I cleared my throat. “No. Why?”
“Are you sure?”
Images flashed through my mind—her moaning that name and wolves howling like people.
“Daniel?” She grabbed my attention. “Are you sure nothing odd has happened?”
“I’m sure.” I opened mine.
Tiny items fell out and spilled onto the table—a small vial of blood, animal bones, herbs, two smooth black rocks, ash, and a long lock of curly hair. I looked at Faith and studied her curls. “I think this is a strand of your hair.”
Faith cursed under her breath.
