Bound In Blood (The Adams' Witch Series Book 1) Read Online Free

wearing tight black spandex and showing some cleavage, it just wasn’t a normal day.
    I took a quick shower in my own personal bathroom and then ran downstairs. Stopping just outside the dining room where Aunt Rose and I talked last night, I scrunched my hair and twisted my shirt into place. Inside, steaming stacks of French toast and pancakes replaced the two coffee cups from last night.
    Ho-ly crap. That was a lot of food. I hoped she didn’t think I could eat that much.
    I turned to go into the kitchen when the door swung open. Lawn mower hottie stood in the doorway, his body propping the door open as Rose squeezed through with a glass pitcher in her hands.
    Her eyes lit. “Oh good, you’re awake. Drake, we have a guest this morning.” Her voice oozed honey. A sweeter, richer tone than last night. “This is my niece. Well, great niece, Sarah.”
    His lips and blue eyes smiled. His sandy hair was wind-tossed and oh so adorable. He looked even cuter up close and that was saying a lot. I was used to Miami Beach bodies.
    “So you’re the annoying one with the noise this morning?” I asked.
    He studied me, confused. A tiny smile slipped onto my face and he returned it.
    “Isn’t it a little early to be mowing the lawn?”
    He smirked. “Early? I started at nine.”
    “Exactly my point. Nine is still sleep time, not jump outside in the hot sun and push around a loud mower time.”
    “I guess I missed that in etiquette class.”
    Rose’s eyes flitted back and forth between us, her skin wrinkling as a small grin spread her lips. “Sarah didn’t get in until late last night, Drake. Now, have a seat. Both of you. I’ve made a big breakfast for the homecoming of my niece.”
    Drake glanced at the older woman, his eyes teasing her. “You make the best breakfast, Rose.”
    She laughed and swatted his arm. “No, you’re not getting out of doing the rest of the lawn.”
    “Come on. You owe me. You never said you had such a cute niece.”
    He turned toward me now and I matched his smile. He had this whole country thing going for him—white t-shirt over a pair of worn jeans and just the faintest smell of grass…
    Rose continued her watchful gaze. “I would’ve if I’d known about her.” Drake gave her a curious look and she shooed him away. “I’m sure Sarah will tell you all about it over breakfast. I’ve already eaten so I'll let you guys have at it.”
    She set the pitcher of orange juice down on the table and walked toward the foyer.
    “Wait,” I called out, my aunt’s words finally registering. It looked like my visions of long conversations and thumbing through photo albums would have to wait. “You sure?”
    “I’m sure.”
    She patted Drake on the shoulder on the way out. He barely acknowledged her.
    He sat, his full attention on me. I resisted the urge to run after my aunt, not wanting to seem needy or be rude. I’d lived seventeen years without any knowledge of my dad. I guessed I could wait a few more minutes.
    The conversation with Drake went fan-freakin-tastic. The best thing? He didn’t act all ‘poor you’ when I told him why I came to Adams. “My dad died when I was a baby. My mom’s um…my mom and I didn’t know anything about his death really. I just found out he died up here when he was visiting his aunt.”
    “And you didn’t know about Rose either?”
    “Nope.” A little spot tugged in my stomach. Jealousy. He said her name with such familiar warmth. “How do you know her?”
    “Neighbors.” He shrugged. “Been neighbors for a long time. I’ve known her my entire life. We’ve become real close since my parents died. She’s been like a grandma…” He laughed a little, then set his finished drink down. “…or something.”
    I sipped at my own orange juice, washing down the French toast along with the emotions seeping in through the cracks of my pasted-on armor. I’d never had a grandma either.
    “Well, Miss Miami.” Drake leaned back in the chair, holding