A Familiar Star (Romance Mystery) Read Online Free

ize it might be a serial killer."  He let out a sigh. "You really should come and stay with us until we catch this guy."
    Kylie really wanted to , but then Max would have the place to himself and might get used to it.  No way was she going to let him feel like it was his home.  She was going to get him out, one way or another.
    "No Frank , I'll be all right. There’s a pet shop on Main Street."  She forced out a tiny laugh then turned away.  The joke she tried to make failed and she knew it.
    Max came in carrying a couple of bags of groceries just as Lucy and Frank were leaving.
    "Bye Max.  Take care of my sister for me, won’t you?" Lucy asked.
    "Sure, I'll try Lucy.  It was nice meeting you both."
    Kylie was stunned by her sister’s statement.  Did she have to be so nice to him?  Can’t she remember that he’s the enemy?
    Max held back a smile when he saw the look on Kylie's face.  He’d never met a woman who couldn’t hide her feelings until now.
    The door closed behind Lucy , and Kylie found herself standing in the foyer alone with Max.
    He paused then continued on into the kitchen.  “I bought some groceries.” He placed the grocery bags down on the counter, than glanced over at her.  Her eyes were ice blue in color, and this time he had trouble reading the expression on her face. But when he looked down, he saw her hands wriggling together.  Well, this was a change, he thought, seeing her a little unsure but trying to hide it.
    "Do you want to help me unpack these? I bought this food for the both of us, that way you'll know where things are."
    "U m, that was nice of you, thanks." Kylie nodded and took a jar of pickles from him. "I'll just put these here."
    She placed the jar in the pantry and when she turned around Max was behind her reaching for the spice rack. She bumped into him and made him drop his bottle.
    "Sorry."
    "It's okay, I'm a little clumsy." Max returned.
    “No, it was my fault.”  She remained cool, watching hi m out of the corner of her eye.
    Max was a handsome man indeed.  Kylie took a deep breath in an attempt to stop the nervousness that was creeping up inside her.  She didn't understand why she was so uneasy with him.  It wasn't like she had never been alone with a man before.
    "Well you did a great job in the living room cleaning up, its actually quite cozy."
    Max had taken both their furniture and arranged it very well.
    "Are you a decorator or something?" Kylie bit her lip hoping that statement didn't sound to probing.
    "No I'm not. I'm an astronomer.  I study stars," he said, "by the way do I look like a decorator to you?"
    "Um, no, no you don't really," she blushe d.  “You look like an astronomer.”
    "Well good."  H e said with a wink, and handed her a box of pasta.             
    Kylie could hardly concentrate on where to put it.  She noticed the muscles through his t-shirt and felt her face flush. "I'm sorry. The decorator thing was a complement," she stammered.
    "Thanks."  H e answered amused and changed the subject. "I meant to ask you.  Is it okay if I use the terrace off your room?  I'll use the door from the balcony I shouldn't bother you."
    "Use it, w hen?” Kylie asked.
    "Some nights." Max motioned to the boxes by the door.  "I study stars remember, Astronomer.  That's why I bought this place. It’s so dark here at night, it’s the perfect place to observe the sky.  Also the room under it, that you call your studio, was supposed to be my office.  I'll have to share it with you," he explained.
    K ylie stood across from him.  He could see her body getting rigid and her posture straightening.  She stared at him but didn't answer.  Oh boy, here it comes, he thought.  He almost burst out laughing, half from amusement, half from frustration.
    "Kylie it could be months before they clear this thing up.  In the meanti me, I suggest that we get along.”  Max paused and expected a response.  When her sarcastic smile was all he got, he