Or maybe I’d lost mine and had the mother of all hallucinations. My hand trembled as I struggled to jam the key into the deadbolt. When the lock finally bent to my will, I opened the door and entered my house on unsteady legs. My body was hyperaware of his every move as he came in behind me. I was still struggling to comprehend what I’d just learned. Jubby wanted me. And he didn’t want me to call him Jubby. And he had every intention of making me scream his name. While he was… What the hell was he planning to do to make me scream? My mind raced with possibilities. “You might want to breathe, Ev. Can’t have you passing out right before the show.” The deep timbre of his voice sent a chill up my spine, and I shivered. He laughed low and soft as I released the breath my lungs had been holding hostage. Jesus. Since when did he have this effect on me? Oh yeah. Since he’d pinned me to my front door and promised to make me scream his name. “Um, I’m going to grab some other boots and um…”
