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woman
grumbled. The man muttered something rude. Summer kept her eyes closed and
ignored them both, calling in her mind for Jack.
    He didn’t appear.

 
Chapter 12 – Far from Normal
     
    The fragrant
smell of wood smoke drifted into her nose, and a feeling of calm stole over
her. Opening her eyes, Summer smiled.
    She was back.
    Squidging her
bare toes into the grass, she absorbed the sensations and considered them
carefully. Cool, damp, spongy underfoot and with a sweet tang like clover. The
stream trickled and splashed, the moonlight dancing in undulating ripples over
the broken surface. She heard the distant whistle of a lone night bird over the
ever present rattle of the cicadas.
    When she turned
around, he’d be there. She wanted to hug herself. Instead, she circled slowly
and feasted her eyes on the man sprawled by the tree. The hunger in his eyes
called to her, but it was his sexy grin and the flash of dimple that sped her
footsteps so she could stand before him.
    “Where were you
tonight, Jack? You didn’t show yourself.”
    He cocked his
head to one side, as though puzzled. “I’ve been here, Shu-gah. Waiting for you.
Where else would I be?”
    She took the
hand he held out to her and and knelt between his legs. “I held a séance
tonight and I thought I’d see you there.”
    He meshed their
fingers together and lifted the joined hands to his mouth to press a kiss against
them. “A séance? Why would you do that?”
    “That’s what I
do.” She searched his face, looking for awareness but finding only amusement.
“I talk to spirits.” Still he didn’t seem to understand. Her heart sank.
    Before she could
say any more, he chuckled and stroked her cheek with his free hand. “That’s
maybe the strangest thing I ever heard, Sum-mah. You’re sure full of surprises,
baby.”
    He thought that
was strange? Having a spirit invade her bed – and her dreams – was so far from
normal, she couldn’t begin to quantify it. Any further thoughts were quashed
when he ran an inquisitive finger along the shoulder strap of her camisole.
    “This is
pretty.” He pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss on her shoulder, his lips
following the delicate lacy strap to close around a nipple.
    Heat surged in
her belly and moisture pooled between her thighs. Helpless, almost drugged by
sensation, Summer flattened her hand against the bulge in his jeans, and his
cock jerked at her touch. Jack bit gently on her nipple through the sheer fabric,
and she moaned. She had to touch him. One hand still linked tightly with his,
she tugged at the button fastening. It was a struggle. “Help me,” she groaned,
barely able to speak.
    He ignored her
and sucked harder while she squirmed and writhed in his lap. This was torture.
A new sound punctuated the quiet, and she paused for a moment. Jack stilled,
then grunted and sighed against her breast. Hot air fanned across her skin.
    “He picks his
moment.”
    As Summer tried
to make sense of his words, she recognised the interruption – the latest song
from her favourite band, Silken Touch . A ringtone. Jack released her
hand and dug an iPhone from somewhere behind him. “This had better be good,” he
growled into the phone while Summer sat back, watching, waiting for him to
finish. He flashed an apologetic smile, carefully re-linked their hands and
rubbed his knuckles against her jaw.
    She tried to
listen, while pretending to ignore him. “I rang you three days ago. Just as
well it wasn’t urgent.” He sounded annoyed, but when he looked at her, she saw
only desire on his face. He talked a little more, cattle details by the sound
of it, dates for some market or other. It took a moment before Summer realised
two things: Jack had a top of the range iPhone – the most recent model—and his
ringtone was for a brand new song. Either her subconscious was inventing all
sorts of tiny, insignificant details, or Jack had died very recently. Sometime
in the last two weeks.
    “My brother.” He
slid