Page 92 of Moonstruck Kiss

I find the spot inside the Serenade Bay library where Chelsea has instructed me to meet her. She’s hunched on a desk, reading a magazine.

“Chelsea,” I say.

She looks up, her eyes wide. She glances around furtively before indicating the chair next to her.

I narrow my eyes as I take a seat. “What’s going on?”

“Listen, Brax, that review I did for Moonstruck Chocolatier—” She suddenly pulls out her vibrating phone and looks at the screen.

Is it my imagination or has she gone pale?

Shaking her head, Chelsea gets up. “I have to go.”

I grab her arm. “Wait. What is it you want to tell me about your Sweet n’ Moonstruck review? And what’s happening next that you warned me about?”

She pulls away. “Maybe one day I can explain. But not now. And don’t you dare follow me!” She points her forefinger at my chest for emphasis before she dashes off.

I stand there for a long moment, debating what to do. In the end, the need to know the answer wins. I run after Chelsea.

By the time I exit the library, she’s getting into a taxi. I’m too late.

“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath. Whatever Chelsea knows, whatever she wants to tell me, whatever her reason for writing that review, it seems something sinister is at play.

What the hell am I going to do now?

I head back to my car and drive back to Moonstruck Cove, unable to shake the feeling that something big’s about to go down—and I’m in the thick of it.

“Good morning, Dad!”

I smile before I open my eyes. “Good morning, bud. How did you sleep?”

“Good. I’m going swimming with my friends again today! After art class!”

“Well, not exactly after art class. After lunch. Or more accurately, at three this afternoon. We have time to go to the movies before your friends come. Unfortunately, it won’t be with Joey as she has a lot of work to do today.”

“Umm…maybe I can play on my iPad before they come?”

“You don’t want to watch a movie in the theatre? We can buy some popcorn.”

He shakes his head. “It’s dark in there.”

Oh.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of the dark,” I say gently.

“Not when we have to go to sleep. But I don’t like dark during the day.”

I sit up and give him a cuddle. “Dark during the day is not scary. And we’ll be together, so it will be fun.”

He crinkles his nose. “I don’t want to go to the movies.”

“Okay, we won’t go to the movies until you learn to like the dark during the day.”

His head bobs up and down.

“Brax!” a voice calls out.

“That’s Grandad!” Ollie runs out of the bedroom.

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