Romancing Rem’eb (ICE PLANET CLONES #3) by Ruby Dixon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ruby Dixon
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Stacy always says trouble comes in threes. Right now? There’s two
heaps of trouble, and I’m waiting for a third to head my way.
Man, I wish I was back at Croatoan right now. I wish I’d never
gotten on Ashtar’s back and made the long, bitterly cold flight back to
Icehome. If I was back in Croatoan and having a bad day? Stacy would
cluck over me like she was my mother (never mind that my elegant mother
never paid a lick of attention to me), make me something delicious to eat,
and let me tell her my troubles.
But I’m not at Croatoan. I’m not even at Icehome. I’m currently sitting
in a completely fruit-less fruit cave with Tall Horn Clan and Ashtar. We’re
here to try to pull a Sherlock Holmes and figure out the case of the missing
fruit. Or at least the others are. I just want to be away from Icehome Beach,
because if I’m there, I’m going to see I’rec and Flor.
I’rec and Flor, smiling at each other. I’rec and Flor, sharing kisses. I’rec
and Flor, resonating and absolutely not hiding their lust for one another.
I’rec looking at Flor in a way he never, ever looked at me.
It’s all awful. All of it. First the fruit cave. Now my sorta-boyfriend of
the last four years (and my hope for resonance) resonated to someone else
just before I returned.
Two troubles. Whatever the third one is that’s waiting to drop? It’s
gonna be a fucking doozy, and I am not looking forward to it.
So even though I should be sleuthing in the cave, I’m sitting on one of
the top ledges, away from everyone else, and working on my knitting.
Knitting calms me. Knitting gives me something to do with my hands other
than to wring them. I pull and knit, and it helps me sort my raw, painful
thoughts.
At least, I would be if I had some time alone. Instead of going down by
the pool with the others in Tall Horn, R’jaal lingers by my side. I’m
surprised about this for a hot moment, but then I remember that he hasn’t
resonated, and so he’s probably my husband-to-be.
And that makes me feel weird. Weird, weird, weird.
I pull and knit, pull and knit, giving the ball of yarn the occasional
angry tug. It’s not his fault that I feel like a leftover cheese sandwich that
got shuffled to the back of the fridge. R’jaal is sweet, but his mopey,
yearning personality doesn’t match mine. I figured that out pretty quickly,
but now I’m worried that I might be stuck with him.
“Perhaps…” R’jaal begins, his voice careful.
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