Hers

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

            Maybe Ace was a secret agent.  That would explain why he just suddenly appeared in this small town and why his associates would have to take over an old building as their headquarters.  My house was probably bugged and that’s how Ace knew about the shadows.  It would also explain why he had to go into work so suddenly after seeing the news report about the dead teen, but that had been a suicide.

            He did have this air of mystery about him.  He always looked so focused, trained in and ready to attack.  He drove a nice car, so he had to have a nice paycheck.  Plus, he never told me exactly what he did, and secret agents couldn’t tell people they were secret agents, could they?

            But why would he bug my house?  I rolled my eyes.  Why should I even care what he does?   It’s not like he cares about me.

            I groaned and threw myself down on the couch.  Why did he have to be so confusing?  I just wish he would start explaining things to me.  Next time I saw him I would demand to have my questions answered.  Yeah right, like that would happen.

            I heard a knock on my door.  Immediately, my heartbeat increased and my palms grew sweaty.

            Ace, Ace, Ace.  My brain chanted.

            No, stay focused.  I commanded myself.

            I rolled off the couch and walked over to the door.  I wiped my hands on my jean shorts and let out a long sigh.  My heart was pounding in my ears as I rested my hand on the door knob.  I had no idea why I was suddenly so nervous about seeing Ace.  I let out yet another shaky breath as I turned the knob.

            I gasped and slammed the door shut as my eyes landed on the blonde haired, green eyed man that I had seen beating on Ace’s car window.  Quickly, I flipped the deadbolt on the door and backed away.

            “Lilly, open the door,” his voice caused goose bumps to rise on my arm.  I could hear him shifting his weight on the wooden planks on my porch.  Pushing the curtain aside, I peered out to see him pacing in front of my door and running a hand through his hair.

            This was too weird.  First the guy shows up at my work yelling and beating on a car door like a maniac and now he was at my house.  He was probably some psycho, mental hospital escapee.

            “Lilly, please.”  His voice was desperate, his expression was pained.  I let out a deep sigh and opened the front door just enough so that I could see him through the two inch gap.

            “Look I don’t know how you know my name or what you’re doing here, but you’re going to have to—“

            “I’ll explain everything, I promise,” he said cutting me off.  His eyes were wide, showing off the forest green in his iris.

            Don’t open the door.  Don’t talk to strangers.  If you see anything strange, call me.  Those were Ace’s rules.

            Ace is dangerous.  My memory taunted me.  I let out a frustrated sigh.

            “Okay,” I said softly, opening the door to allow him access to my home.  “You have ten minutes.”  He let out a small chuckle at my warning.

            “I’m going to need a lot more than that.”  He walked into my home and took a seat on the couch, instantly looking comfortable.  I smirked at how at peace he seemed.  The light from the door came in and made the fly-away strands of his blonde hair visible.  His whole body seemed to glow with energy.