Breaking Free:Others of Edenton: Book 4(9)By: Brandy L Rivers
The drive was short, and thankfully the light was on when she walked up to the door. She knocked, because it was only five in the morning.
A few seconds later Liz came to the door, a frown on her face. “Isn’t it early for you to be here after that party?”
“I could say the same for you,” Jamie quipped.
“Couldn’t sleep. The guys are on assignment.”
A sad smile graced Jamie’s face. She wanted one man, and Liz had two completely wonderful and awesome men to love and cherish her.
Not wanting to dwell, she changed the topic. “Do you have a book on Dreamwalkers?”
Liz’s brow arched. “Dreamwalkers? As in those who visit others in their dreams?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, feeling awfully stupid, but Liz turned toward the shelves and walked away. Jamie followed, shutting the door behind her.
“I take it you have something?” Jamie prompted.
“Of course. I have some of everything. However, I want to know what you need it for. It’s not a skill that can be taught.”
“I know, but you’d probably think I was crazy if I told you.” Jamie winced, knowing she should have kept her mouth shut.
Liz smiled over her shoulder. “Doubtful. Remember, I’ve seen, and done, plenty of crazy shit.” She had a point.
Jamie rubbed the back of her neck and looked up at the ceiling. “Do you swear you won’t tell a soul?”
“Not a word,” Liz promised.
“Well, I’ve been dreaming about this guy. It doesn’t feel like a dream though. I can actually feel him while dreaming and that doesn’t happen.”
“You’re getting empath readings from this guy while you’re asleep?” Liz clarified, sounding excited.
“Yeah. Crazy, huh?”
“Not so much.” She reached up high, slid a book out and turned toward Jamie with a grin. “Careful with it, and I’ll want it back. It’s the only one I know of. But, you can borrow it and find what you want to know.”
“Don’t mention it. Still, I want to know who it is you’re dreaming about.”
“I wish I knew, but I don’t. Never seen him before. So it’s sort of weird.”
“And where did you come up with the label Dreamwalker?”
She sighed. “When I asked what he was, he told me he’s a Dreamwalker. So that’s all I have to go on.”
“Interesting. Well, if he winds up being real, I’d like to meet him.”
Jamie stuffed her hands in her pockets, and whispered, “So would I.”
* * * *
Containing her excitement was futile. Jamie could hardly wait to receive the keys to her new gym. Finally, something truly her own, that she could run.
She’d helped an old friend manage his gym back in San Francisco, and she missed a good workout designed specifically for a wereanimal’s increased endurance and strength. In fact, there had been plenty of Others in Edenton who were interested in the facility.
Pulling up to her building made owning her own business feel real. Tangible. For the moment, it was an old empty warehouse, but she already knew what she planned to do with the space.
There would be weights and a cardio section, a sparring area, and the parkour obstacle course. She could hardly wait to have the track set up. She missed freerunning in Leon’s gym, or all the places he would drag her to late at night for practice in a real environment. There was nothing like the feeling you get from propelling yourself across rooftops and such. A course was typically designed with obstacles one would find in a busy city.
Dacia pulled up in her silver Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster. Jamie didn’t generally care about expensive cars, but she had to admit it was pretty. Too damned expensive, but it fit Dacia.
Jamie jumped out of her powder-blue Mini Cooper with a big grin. She held out her hand as Dacia made her way over.
Dacia shook her head. “I don’t understand why you’re so excited over something that’s going to take a lot of physical labor, just so you can wear yourself out. I thought the whole point of being a werewolf was that you were naturally stronger and faster.”
“I didn’t realize there had to be a point.” Jamie thrust her hand toward Dacia and wiggled her fingers, anxious to go inside. Even Dacia’s foul mood couldn’t bring her down.