Page 14 of Heat Stroke

Wren

Ihave nodoubt in my mind that Blaze is going to show up at my house tonight. He said he would and I never called him back to tell him to screw off.

I thought about just going to my parents’ house so I wouldn’t be here when he showed up. But, I had a feeling he’d just drive over there, too. Then, I’d end up having to go because my parents would think I was crazy fornotgoing.

Glancing down at myself, I grin as I take in my Gryffindor lounge pants and Quidditch tank-top, along with my bare feet. I’m in my pajamas. Looking into the mirror in my living room, I pull a few more strands of hair out of my insanely messy topknot. It kind of resembles a rat’s nest.

Good!

I’m NOT going anywhere tonight.

Curling up on one end of the couch, I reach for the remote and punch the Guide button. After scrolling for a minute, I see Jurassic Park: The Lost World is on. Of course I’m watching it. If ever Harry Potter, Jurassic Park, or any Disney movies are on… I have to watch. It’s just a given.

I’m settled in and enjoying some Jeff Goldblum (still sexy as sin) on my screen when I hear a firm knock on my door.

Glancing at the clock above my mantle, I see it’s two minutes to seven. Rolling my eyes at his promptness, I sit back and ignore the knock.

He knocks again, then yells through the door, “Wren, I know you’re in there. I can see your shadow and I hear the television…”

So! I didn’t tell you to come over here. In fact, I never said I would go out with you.

How the hell does he know where I live anyway?

Really?! Well, it’s a small ass town so I’m sure all he had to do was ask someone and they told him.

Ugh.

He knocks again, calling out, “Wren… open up. The food is going to get cold!”

Huh? What food?

He BROUGHT food!?

Sighing, I stomp to the door and check the peep hole. Blaze is standing there, staring at the door, seemingly looking at me through the peep hole. He smiles and holds up a bag. I can see Rotolo’s on it. My stomach growls and I glare down at it.

Traitor!

Blaze’s amused voice says, “I know you’re at the door. Can you open up? It’s about to storm out here.”

A crack of thunder rolls through the twilight just then. Muttering to myself, “Son of a bitch,” I unlock the door.

As soon as it’s open, I glare at Blaze. “Why are you here, Blaze? I’m not having dinner with you. This was a wasted trip.”

He looks down my body slowly and my skin electrifies.

Stop it!

No! Blaze Carrington doesn’t deserve that response.

His brows raise as he brushes past me… into my house…. flat ignoring my statement. I whirl on him. “Get out of my house! I did not invite you in. You’re trespassing… Breaking and entering!

“I told you, I’m not having dinner with you.” I gesture at myself. “Does this look like someone who wants to spend time in your company?!”

He looks me over again and smirks. “You look adorable. Perfect for dinner at home. Very comfortable.

“Gryffindor, huh? Figures. I’m Slytherin.”

I look adorable?! No… I’m supposed to look like I don’t want him here!

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