Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(13)

Serah shifted in the chair and blew out a deep breath. “Fine. I Googled the eclipse. It’s supposed to happen just around two-thirty.”

“In the morning?” Lucy craned her head toward the clock on the wall. One a.m.? “Time flies when you’re not having fun.”

“Yeah?” Her friend arched a brow. “That’s why I have an accountant to handle my books. I hate math.”

“You and me both.” Lucy plopped into a chair next to her and stretched her legs. “I don’t have enough business to hire one yet.”

Serah grinned. “Soon, girl. Trust me. I’m sending a few of my best clients your way.”

“That’s awesome.” Knowing the type of clients Serah’s catering business had, Lucy could make a killing. Then again Mrs. Carlson was one of her clients. Yippee! “Just make sure they aren’t Mrs. Carlson’s cronies.”

Serah shook her head and snorted. “That old bat? I dropped her as a client. Way too demanding. You’d think it was her wedding. I swear she sprouted horns when I walked in earlier. You’re so lucky you dumped him.”

Why did everyone think she broke it off? “It was mutual. We dumped each other.” Raking fingers through her hair, Lucy looked out the front window. Her loud gasp echoed through the empty shop. The faint light of the moon trickled in. An eerie blood red hue surrounded the slowly eclipsing moon. If only she had a camera. Where was Gerardo when you needed him?

“Check that out!” Lucy pointed at the creepy moon.

Serah stared, transfixed, at the reddish orb. “Amazing! Are you ready to do this or what?”

“I thought you didn’t want to do it anymore?”

Lips curved into a wide grin, Serah shrugged. “Like you said. It’ll be a big sleepover, like in junior high.”

“Okay!” Lucy leapt from the chair and skipped toward the box. Maybe she was taking this junior high thing way too seriously. Lugging the chest to the center of the room, she allowed the tingles, no longer painful, to fill her body. She threw her head back and allowed the current to race through her veins. It felt so good.

“Lucy!” Serah’s shout broke her daydream. “What the heck?”

With heavy reluctance, Lucy pulled her hands from the box. Wiping her damp brow, she turned to face her friend. “I told you it shocks me whenever I touch it.”

“Shock?” Serah chuckled. “You looked like you were enjoying it. If that’s electrocution, sign me up.”

Now Serah thought she was into that kinky shit. Then again, Josh did say she was “too wild.” How much fun was the missionary position all the time? Sex should be fun and adventurous, not the same ole, same ole. What would’ve happened if she’d pulled out the Kama Sutra? A coronary, probably. Quite a feat for a thirty-something cardiologist.

His idea of fun was jogging five miles a day, and the most excitement she got from him was necking in a movie theater. Call security! Then again, maybe that’s how he kept his ticker healthy. Recalling the many times she’d tried to spice up Josh’s dull life over the years, she allowed a devious smile to curve her lips.

Serah cleared her throat. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. Just recalling my life with Josh.”

She threw her head back in laughter. “You mean lack of life.” She smiled, her gaze warm. “Trust me, Lucy. He gets it from his mom. Be very happy.”

“Hello! It’s been five years. I’m over him.” Enough was enough. “I’m happier than ever.”

“It’s just that you haven’t dated since him.” Serah squatted down next to her. “People talk, you know.”

None of the men in this suburban hellhole held that spark of life Lucy needed, and it irritated her beyond reason. And, to her utter chagrin, the first spark ever had to come from a homophobic ass-crack. Lucky me!

Lucy put on a mask of indifference. She ground her teeth and her heart thudded. Gripping her fists tightly, she turned to her friend, her gaze ready to burn. “Let them talk.” Her voice came out deep and gravelly, almost inhuman.

Serah jumped back, her eyes filled with alarm. “You know, maybe we should call it a night. You’re obviously stressed or in need of something else.”

“Let’s not talk about my love life, all right?” Lucy slammed her fist into her palm. What in the heck had come over her? “We came here to have fun, not argue,” she added, her voice softening.

“Deal,” Serah said offering her hand. “On one condition.”

Lucy narrowed her gaze. “Your condition?”

Serah’s mouth spread into a wide smile. “We can’t talk about mine, either.”

“Deal.” She took Serah’s hand and shook. She turned her attention back to the chest. “So let me look at that inscription again.”

After spending a half hour translating the words, they needed to choose the victim. They solved it in the easiest of ways.

“Rock. Paper. Scissors!” Serah danced around the box like a giddy schoolgirl. Then again, that was the purpose of this experiment, to relive their pre-teen years. To be honest, there wasn’t much reliving for Lucy. Her mother had kept her on lockdown for most of her junior-high years. But, much to her mom’s chagrin, Lucy finally rose up and put her foot down.