Lunangelique (The Lunangelique Series) Read Online Free

Alexis,” the dark hottie asks no one in particular as I finish walking down the stairs into the foyer.
    “Yep. Lexi, this is Cole Astaroth. He happens to be a musician and is going to be working alongside Mrs. Senett at our school. He’s been touring with the Virginia Symphony for the past year but is taking time off to teach and will be playing regularly at the Chrysler Museum,” Alex tells me as he steps back up to the new neighbor. He sure has gathered a lot of intel in a short amount of time. I hope the new guy doesn’t like to boast his exploits. That is a turn off.
    “Isn’t that impressive,” my mom gushes. Warming up to him quickly now that she knows he isn’t some delinquent.
    “That is wonderful,” I respond. We haven’t taken our eyes off each other yet. My heart is beating a mile a minute and I can’t think of anything to say. He is making me speechless.
    “Alex and Lexi are musical,” my dad tells Cole. “You guys should get together and practice sometime.”
    I finally turn away from Cole’s eyes to look wide-eyed at my dad. “Dad, no. I hardly doubt someone as accomplished as him would want to play with us. He would put us to shame.”
    “Nonsense.” My dad looks back at Cole and boasts, “Both the kids are superb.”
    “I look forward to hearing them,” Cole holds my eyes once again and smiles broadly.
    “Lexi,” Alex directs my attention to him. “Cole wants us to come over for awhile and hang out. Do you guys mind?” he asks mom and dad.
    Both our parents shake their head enthusiastically with, “No, go ahead,” and, “don’t stay out too late.” I guess Cole has extremely won them over.
    *
    The interior of Cole’s house is impressive to say the least. I’ve been in this house numerous times since I was a baby when old Mrs. Kitch used to babysit us from time to time. She passed away about a year ago and the house remained empty until now.
    Cole has already had the house entirely remodeled. Most of the walls have been torn down, creating a huge open floor plan on the first floor. From the front door you can see the kitchen to the left and back of the house, a music room on the opposite side, in front of that is a living room and in front of the kitchen is a dining area. The only characteristics that divide each room are pillars instead of door frames and a step down into the kitchen and music room. The floors are all mahogany hardwood with beautiful oriental rugs. And the furniture is elegant. There are no family pictures or anything resembling mementos lying around. And the walls are all bare, painted in wine red and gold.
    “Your home is beautiful.” I don’t point out my curiosity on the lack of family photos. I don’t need to find out his parents are dead too and having reminders of them are too much to endure.
    “Thank you. It’s been awhile since I’ve lived in one place long enough to actually buy a house,” he answers while directing us to the kitchen.
    I laugh at his comment. “You’re only nineteen, how long must you have waited.”
    There is a couple seconds of awkward silence before he laughs too and says, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Sorry, I’ve been on my own since I was seventeen.” He turns toward the refrigerator. “Do you guys want a drink? I have cokes, water, juice, beer, wine…”
    “We don’t drink,” Alex responds. Cole gives him a sly grin. “I’ll have a coke.”
    Cole directs his attention to me. “Coke is good. Thanks.” I grab one of the cans he hands me and Alex grabs the other. We move to sit on the bar stools while Cole pours himself a glass of red wine.
    “How did you get that if you are only nineteen?” I ask him before taking a chug of the soda.
    “Fake I.D,” he responds.
    I want to say that will come in use when we want to throw a party but Alex will just chastise me for saying that. On occasion I will drink at a friend’s party but I don’t get belligerent. The room has never spun on me and I don’t want it