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MIDNIGHT DIVINE (The Helio Trilogy Book 1)
Book: MIDNIGHT DIVINE (The Helio Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Valerie Roeseler
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Angels, The Helio Trilogy, Valerie, Midnight Divine, Roeseler
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who you were. I can see
there's something different about you. Something you seem to hide. And when you
brushed me off, it was the first time a girl has ever, straight up, ignored me.
At first, I figured you might… not prefer men.” I raise an eyebrow in question,
fold my arms over my chest, and wait for him to explain. He throws his hands up
and speaks with urgency as if he knows I will slap him. “But then, I talked to
Eric. When he clarified, I just wanted to try and talk to you again. You don’t
seem like any other girl I’ve ever met. You seem to be the type of person that
doesn’t take any crap.” He releases a heavy breath. “It’s
refreshing,” he shakes his head in disbelief of his own confession.
    My butterflies stir into a
frenzy at his words. Well, crap. Did I jump to conclusions to o fast about him? “I’m still not interested in anything, but I think I could tolerate
starting over,” I joke and smile to lighten the mood. Jack flashes me his
incredible smile. I stick my hand out as a peace offering, “Ivy Harris.”
    He takes my hand in his,
“Jack Roe. Nice to meet you, Ivy.” It's warm, and his touch sends a stronger
tingle through my palms in a welcoming invitation. What am I doing to
myself? How am I going to be just friends with this guy? This is going to be
torture. Well, no going back now. Under protest to reveal the longing our
touch creates, we release our grasp and saunter to the entrance of the
restaurant. “So, friend, will you let me drive your car?” he chides.
    “Would you let me drive
yours?” I tease with a dubious smirk.
    He pauses as he grasps the
handle of the glass door, lost in thought. Then, he smiles and opens the door
as he says, “Maybe.” I laugh. I know he would never let me drive his Skyline
just as much as I would never let him drive my Evo. She's my baby. Only I can
have that privilege.
    gh
    I wake up early to a
hammering at the front door. Throwing on an oversized Def Leopard shirt that
falls mid-thigh, I run to answer the persistent and obnoxious pounding. “What?”
I grumble, opening the entrance in time to see a delivery truck pulling away
from our driveway. A large box lay s on the porch. Yes! My new driver side headlight’s arrived. I had to order it online two weeks ago
after a semi threw a rock at me on the highway. It split the lens, and I can’t
have that. Bringing the box inside and sitting on the edge of the couch, I check
to make sure they sent the correct part. As I pull the headlight out of its
bubble wrap, Alice walks in.
    “Oh , cool. It came,” she acknowledges, scratching her head
and yawning.
    “Yeah,” I smile with
elation.
    She walks back to the
kitchen to make coffee for us. “Are you going to replace it today?” she yells
through the house.
    “Oh, yeah,” I boom low and
deep, imitating the Kool-Aid man. I place the headlight back in the box to go
get dressed.
    By mid-morning, I have the
front end of my car on jack stands with the new headlight in, and I start
changing the oil. My music blares through the headphones of my iPod, and my
tools are strewn about, cooking in the sun. I lay back on my creeper and roll
under the car to place the drain pan into position.
    After removing the drain
plug, I wait for the oil to finish pouring out while mumbling the lyrics to my
music. I reach out with a blind hand to feel for the filter wrench, when
someone snatches my foot and shakes it. Thinking it's Alice, I remove an earphone
plug from my ear to hear her better. “Hey, Alice! Will you hand me the filter
wrench? It a metal triangle with prongs and a red handle.” I'm uncertain if she
can figure out what I'm talking about, but she reaches under the car and places
it in my hand. I loosen the filter and use my hand to unthread it the rest of
the way. After it drops on top of the enclosed drain pan, I realize I can’t
reach the new filter either. Replacing the drain plug, I call out, “Can you
hand me the filter? It’s in a small

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