Death and Relaxation (40 page)

Authors: Devon Monk

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BOOK: Death and Relaxation

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“I wasn’t trouble at
work
,” he clarified. “I was good at the job. Would still work there if you need—if the department needs more hands.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. But for now I need some space, Ryder. It’s been a shitty week.”

“Not all of it.” His eyes on mine again. Soft. Warm with the kindness I knew, and aching with something I’d only glimpsed.

Desire.

He couldn’t still want me. Not after he broke up with me. Did he only want the things he couldn’t have?

Nope. I would not play that game. I was taking my heart and going home.

“It’s getting late,” I said.

He reached across the table, his calloused fingertips brushing the back of my hand. “Old Rossi isn’t what he seems to be.”

That stopped me cold. Did he know that Old Rossi was a vampire? A very old and powerful one. Or did he know the secrets of Ordinary? Was that why Old Rossi thought Ryder would be trouble?

“What do you mean?”

Ryder bit his bottom lip, looking angry at himself for having said that much.

“He’s…involved in some business. I don’t know the details. Nothing I can prove. But I’ve heard enough to know he isn’t what he seems to be, Delaney. He has the attention of some people who do not appreciate his way of doing things. Stay away from him. I don’t want you—anyone getting hurt.”

Okay. So both the vampire and the architect thought the other was dangerous. Which one was right?

“You’re doing business with Old Rossi?” I asked.

His jaw locked. “No.”

“I am a police officer. You can tell me what you think is going on, and I might be able to help.”

“No. It’s… No.” He swore under his breath and looked over his shoulder out the window, away from me.

“What are you afraid of, Ryder Bailey?”

He dragged his palm over his face, then back over his hair. When he met my gaze, he seemed in control, gave me an easy smile that did not reach his eyes.

“You were shot, Delaney.” His gaze searched mine, seeking understanding there.

I waited. He didn’t say anything else.

“I know,” I finally said. “I was there when it happened. Lots of crappy things happened that day.”

That, apparently, wasn’t the response he wanted. He shook his head and glanced back out the window, frowning, then returned to me with a sigh.

“I could have handled that better,” he admitted. He wasn’t apologizing, nor was he asking for forgiveness. This was just a statement of facts.

It was always our first step in trying to rebuild our friendship. Facts.

“I’m angry,” I said.

That was a fact too. But what I didn’t tell him, what I would never tell him, was how much he had hurt me and how hard it would be for me to trust him again.

“Is that why you followed me here today?” I asked.

“I just…I need you to know Old Rossi might not have your best interests in mind,” he said.

“And you do?”

I clamped my mouth shut. I hadn’t meant to ask that. Hadn’t meant to let the hurt out where he could see it.

My heart was pounding.

Don’t answer that, don’t answer that.

His voice was low, intimate. “I always have.”

Then don’t leave me.

“I need to go,” I said in a rush, all the air in my lungs used up, all the space in my chest pounding, pounding.

All I had wanted was ice cream. How had this gotten so complicated?

I stood and pulled my wallet out of my purse.

Ryder stood too, reaching for my hand. “Wait, let me—”

“No, that’s fine, I got—”

Our hands collided, and I dropped a few bills on the table.

“Sorry.” He quickly scooped up the bills. “Let me pay…”

Lying on top of a twenty-dollar bill was Spud, the little origami dog Ryder had folded and left beside my pillow. He held it in his palm for a long moment, staring at it.

“Oh,” he said, the word holding far too many emotions. “Delaney, I—”

Not now. Not here. No.

I plucked the little dog out of his hand. His eyes followed it, watched as I carefully tucked Spud back inside my wallet, but in a safer place behind my driver’s license.

He opened his mouth, shut it, words lost to what seemed like regret.

Join the club.

I leaned forward and kissed him. It was fleeting, just a brush of my lips against his. I felt the surprise in his inhalation, the tightening of his body, his mouth opening on the shared breath that stuttered between us before I pulled away.

“Goodbye, Ryder.”

His hand, just his fingertips, stretched as if to reach me, as if to hold on to a quickly fading ghost.

But I kept moving, turning, walking. Until sunlight surrounded me and the breeze dried tears I refused to let fall.

I got in the Jeep and started the engine.

“You can do this, Delaney,” I told myself. “You can move forward without him.”

Liar
, my heart whispered.

“He is sorry, you know.”

I jerked at the voice. Herri—or rather, the goddess Hera—sat in the passenger side of my Jeep. She still looked much like her mortal self. But instead of wearing a tank top and jeans, she wore a beautiful flowing gown that seemed to catch whole galaxies in the folds, like peacock feathers glittering.

“Who’s sorry?”

“Ryder.”

“Is that why you’re here? To tell me he feels bad about breaking up with me while I was lying in a hospital bed? I wasn’t the one who wanted to end this.”

She smiled, and it was filled with both sorrow and warmth. “And now what is it that you want?”

I rubbed at my forehead, trying to corral ragged thoughts. “He’s made it clear where he stands. I just need some time to get over it.”

“The heart never abandons its desire.”

Really not helpful, since my heart’s desire doesn’t desire me back.

She gently placed her hand on my hand. I could feel the warmth of her skin, but also a sort of electric vibration, her power poised and vibrant beneath her touch.

“There is more to Ryder than you know, Delaney.” Her bronze gaze burned and held me captive. Even with the Reed immunity, I felt pinned beneath the presence of her power.

I wanted to ask her what she knew. Wanted to ask her why Ryder had left me before we’d had a chance to find each other.

Wanted to ask her if maybe there was still something there, in his heart that echoed my need for him. But I could not speak.

“There is more to the push and pull of power amongst the hungry. Ordinary will play its role in the days to come. You will play your role. I do not wish to see you or your family falter.”

“Falter?”

“There is a war coming. Rising on the winds, lapping at the shores of Ordinary.”

“War?” Everything inside me went tight with panic, my broken heart momentarily set aside. War was way above my pay grade. I was trained to transfer god powers and keep the peace. I wasn’t trained to fight any kind of battle.

“What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Choose your allies carefully,” she said, as she released my hand, her eyes still holding me in place. “And fight.”

Then she was gone, leaving the faint scent of pomegranate perfume behind.

My heart was pounding too fast, the echo of her touch on my hand tingled with heat. There was no doubting that she had been here, in my car, warning me.

War.

“Great. As if the last week wasn’t crazy enough.” I lowered my head onto the steering wheel and just sat there for a minute, the warm afternoon sunlight pooling heat on my shoulders.

It reminded me of my dad’s wide, warm palm, comforting, steady.

I could do this. No,
we
could do this. My carefully chosen allies and I. All I had to do was figure out who those allies might be.

I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and straightened. “I got this. Whatever is coming toward Ordinary, will have to get through me first.”

And then I put the car in gear and followed the road home to face the storm.

READY FOR MORE ORDINARY MAGIC?

Police Chief Delaney Reed loves the busy days of summer, even though the small town of Ordinary Oregon is overrun with mortal, and not-quite-so mortal tourists. Staying busy keeps her mind off Ryder Bailey, the man she is desperately trying to fall out of love with.

But when a god power goes missing, and the creatures in town gear up for war, she finds herself forced into a difficult decision: trust the devil with a dark past, or trust the man with an even darker future that might kill them all.

DEVILS AND DETAILS

Ordinary Magic - Book Two

Coming July 2016

Acknowledgment

I first stumbled upon the idea of Ordinary, Oregon in a short story I never published. As often happens with my short stories, this world grew bigger than I could easily squeeze into a few words. So I finally sat down and gave Delaney, Ryder, Myra, Jean, Than, Crow and the rest of the town a novel.

Is there a real Ordinary, Oregon? Well, yes and no. Ordinary Oregon is sort of a happy mishmash of Lincoln City, Depot Bay, and Newport, Oregon. When I needed a place for vacationing gods and unusual creatures, my mind instantly went back to my childhood visits to Lincoln City, Oregon. I’d always expected magic to be hidden in the sandy nooks and crannies of that sleepy little beach town.

There is, however, a real city of Boring, Oregon. I think if Ordinary were real, Boring and Ordinary might have quite the friendly little rivalry.

I want to thank my beta readers, Dejsha Knight, for listening to my wild ideas and being willing to read all of the really rough drafts and Dean Woods, who stuck with me and always had great and patient advice. Thank you to Sharon Thompson, who not only has heard about this story for years, but also agreed to read the book when it was still full of errors. Crazy and brave, all of you.

Thank you, Deanne Hicks, for telling me to stop messing around and bake the cakes, Eileen Hicks, for loaning me her sharp eyes, and Arran at 720 Editing for a quick and thorough read through. That beautiful cover is all Lou Harper who didn’t give up on the project when we were trying to nail down the tone. Thank you Lou for being awesome!

Thanks to the Deadline Dames for being supportive and amazing–your friendship means the world to me. Thanks and love to my biggest fan, husband Russ Monk who is shamelessly proud of this writing thing I do. I’m shamelessly proud of you too. Thanks and love to my sons, Kameron and Konner for that ridiculous weekend where you tried to name my characters by combining street signs we drove past, for helping me pick decent titles, and for so much more. You Monk men are the very best part of my life.

But the biggest thank you goes to you, dear reader. I am so happy that you gave this story a whirl. I hope you enjoyed the people and world of Ordinary, Oregon and that you’ll come back soon to see the not-so-ordinary surprises Ordinary has in store for us all.

About the Author

Devon Monk is a national best selling writer of urban fantasy. Her series include Ordinary Magic, House Immortal, Allie Beckstrom, Broken Magic, and Shame and Terric. She also writes the Age of Steam steampunk series, and the occasional short story which can be found in her collection: A Cup of Normal, and in various anthologies. She has one husband, two sons, and lives in Oregon. When not writing, Devon is either drinking too much coffee or knitting silly things.

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Books by Devon Monk

Ordinary Magic:

Death and Relaxation

Devils and Details

Gods and Ends

Shame and Terric:

Backlash

House Immortal:

House Immortal

Infinity Bell