Escort For The Witch - стр. 3
Sabrina closed her eyes and shuddered at the thought of the upcoming autumn .
Everything around her dimmed and sank into hopeless sorrow… Immersed in her sad thoughts, Sabrina didn’t even notice Jack approach the kitchen and stand by the door frame, trying not to disturb her brooding. Reluctantly, he glanced at the lonely clock, on the table – five in the morning.
“Not that it’s late, but still too early for visits,” Jack decided and cleared his throat, trying to get Sabrina’s attention.
“I’m not opposed to taking a walk, but it would be silly not to use the car waiting for me with open doors,” he said softly, glancing at the clock again.
The girl flinched as if caught off guard, sharply turned around, and her beautifully arched eyebrows furrowed in anger once again.
“Sorry, I didn’t notice you come in,” Sabrina whispered and glanced shyly at the attractive young man still standing in the doorway.
“Maybe you want some coffee or breakfast?” she murmured after a short pause, then averted her gaze, noticing genuine surprise on Jack’s face and a faint smile playing on his lips.
“Wow, I’m shocked,” he whispered, raising his beautifully arched eyebrows in surprise.
Sabrina snorted impatiently, turned away, and started rearranging the kitchen towels, previously neatly stacked on the table.
“No, seriously, where’s the lecture on the harm I’ve caused to your brother as a result of our interaction?” Jack asked with interest, unable to hide the mischievous smile that reappeared on his lips.
“Let’s save it for next time,” Sabrina retorted sarcastically, casting Jack a stern look. “Knowing Eric and you, I can confidently say that the next time will happen in less than twenty hours.”
“Witch,” Jack said and chuckled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. “And now, give me the keys, and I won’t torment you with my presence anymore. At least for the next twenty hours.”
“You’re such a…” Sabrina hissed and tossed the car keys into the young man’s outstretched hand, making it clear with her whole demeanor that his visit for the day was over.
Meanwhile, Jack’s mood only improved; he winked at her and walked out of the house leisurely, whistling a cheerful tune. Sabrina, on the other hand, returned to her post by the window and furtively watched as the tall, handsome, man walked to a black Chevrolet Camaro parked across the street. He stopped, lit a cigarette after some contemplation, and then got into the car. Slowly rolling down the window, he glanced back at his old friend’s house. His eyes caught the beautiful but somewhat troubled face of the girl watching him with interest. Sabrina blushed under his piercing gaze and, unable to contain her emotions, abruptly pulled the curtain. Jack gave a weary smile, started the engine, and sped off into the dawn.
Chapter 2
Damned mission. Whatever That Means…
With the first days of September, real fall suddenly arrived in New Orleans. The cozy warmth of the departing summer was filled with restless gusts of still warm but already crisp wind, lazily wrecking the gilded foliage of the summer-sick trees.
Jack parked his car near the administrative building of the University of New Orleans, lit a cigarette and got out. The young man’s green eyes expressed extreme dissatisfaction with the weather.