A Beauty Dark & Deadly (A Dark & Deadly Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

soon.  Finally, she decided that he might like some coffee and ultimately left it on.
     
    After grabbing a hoodie and slipping it on, she pocketed the cash Jason had left her, grabbed a purse, her wallet, and her coffee, before heading out into the morning.  The cold surprised her; it was much brisker than she had originally anticipated.  The cold pinched at her skin so hard that her cheeks reddened, and she quickly placed her lips on the thermal cup and took a long sip, selfishly downing the hot liquid in hopes to warm her insides.  While it worked initially, the feeling was temporary, and Emmy had to make do with walking the mile to the main road rather quickly.  Once the first ten minutes had passed, she began to get used to the temperature and even found herself enjoying the walk.
     
    Once Emmy hit the main road, the young woman turned right and headed down the side of the street until she found the next trolley stop.  She glanced at the times listed and then pulled out her cell phone to compare.  She had a good twenty minutes until it would show.  She sighed and took another sip of the coffee; it had grown lukewarm during her walk, but she didn’t want to drink it all while it was hot. Oh well.  She didn’t necessarily mind lukewarm coffee anyways.
     
    The trolley came a few minutes late, and Emmy made a mental note to bring her iPod and some sort of book the next time she decided to venture into town.  She took a seat in the middle and yawned as the trolley began to ascend up the curve of a hill.  Tahoe had many different hills and mountains, and while one could argue the adventure of traveling up and down these hills, Emmy was somewhat paranoid about it.  Some of the mountain roads were rather high, some of the turns were rather sharp, and some streets had little to no guardrails, allowing for the opportunity of driving off the road.  Emmy swallowed as she glanced out of the trolley and at the scenery.  The fact that she was on an open trolley really wasn’t helping either; she could feel the wind in her face, blowing through her hair just as it blew through the leaves of the trees.
     
    Just don’t look down…
     
    To keep from doing such a thing, Emmy straightened up and began to focus on the occupants of the trolley.  One could easily spot a tourist in Tahoe; they were always wearing bathing suits under their clothing, either flip flops or hiking shoes, and there would be at least one person in a party who wore a ridiculous hat.  They were always loud when discussing plans, would hold their cell phones out rather obnoxiously looking for service that wasn’t there, and reek of sunscreen.  Most were also burned because they were unfamiliar with the fact that because they were in the mountains, they were actually closer to the sun.  Tourists usually annoyed Emmy whether they were in Tahoe or Frisco, but they served their purpose as a good distraction from her paranoia until she reached her intended destination: Raley’s. 
     
    When she walked into the supermarket, the first thing Emmy noticed was the Halloween decorations.  She pursed her lips in a tiny frown at the thought; it was only mid-September and already they were thinking about Halloween?  Her grandfather, on the other hand, would wait until Halloween day to buy to buy his candy, and still used the same outdated Halloween decorations he had bought back in the late eighties.  The thought cheered her up a bit and caused her to chuckle, and she grabbed a basket before heading into the heart of the store.
     
    Now, what was she looking for?  What did he like, exactly?  Maybe she should have asked for his input about what he wanted.  It was, after all, his residence, and she was supposed to be cooking for him.  She stopped in the middle of the cereal aisle and pulled out her phone.  Should she call and ask?  Would he even be up?  Did she want to wake him up?  Who knew how he would react if he felt that he didn’t get enough