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Christy wandered around the apartment, picking up knickknacks and putting them back only to pick them up again whenever she came into the room. After she’d done that several times, she ended up on the couch, flipping through channels on the flat-screen television. Nothing, however, could hold her interest like the men had.
No man had ever made her feel the way Grant and Duncan had. And, although she hadn’t touched Lance, she sensed that she’d get the same sensation from him. They were handsome, sexy and confident, but that couldn’t account for the incredible sizzling feeling she got whenever they came close. They made her nerve endings come alive and her bones ache to pull their bodies against hers. Her mouth watered and her stomach fluttered. They were like testosterone-filled lamps and she a helpless moth. She was drawn to them even now when they weren’t in the same room with her. Being attracted to a man with every ounce of her being wasn’t normal. She knew that much. And yet she also knew that it was as natural as the air she breathed to be attracted to the three men who had taken her common sense away.
Thinking about them, however, for the past several hours wasn’t helping. She had to get them off her mind or find a way to stop the ever-growing sexual itch inside her.
Her hand slid between her legs. Maybe it would help to give herself the relief she so badly needed.
No.
That might make her want them even more.
Instead, she hugged one of the sofa pillows to her chest and forced her mind toward the other problem.
What in the world was an amber moon?
Tossing the pillow aside, she yanked her laptop out of one of the suitcases and turned it on. Turning to the Internet for answers wasn’t always a reliable way to go, but she didn’t have any other choice. Unless, of course, she wanted to ignore Milly’s warnings and go outside.
Hmm, I just might do that.
Instead, she opted to do a search on the words amber moon first.
The results were less than promising, bringing up the words as the name of an alcoholic drink, then a restaurant, and as at least part of the title of several books.
Dang.
She tried again using a different search engine. The second time was the charm. Her heart jumped into high gear as a rush of excitement took her. She clicked on the historical website and started reading out loud.
“The amber moon phase is said to occur only once every fifty to sixty years or so. However, the event is highly unpredictable.
“The various tales from countries around the world have several factors in common. They all point to the fact that the amber moon is not something humans can see either with the naked eye or with advanced methods of technology. Instead, it is said that only werewolves and other supernatural creatures can see the moon change to an amber hue. Once the moon is high in the sky and changed in color, werewolves and the like feel its effect, causing them to lose control of their ability to keep from transforming into their wolf forms. Stories are rare, but the ones that have surfaced tell of werewolves attacking young women and taking them as their mates. No concrete evidence has ever been brought forward to confirm the existence of either werewolves or the event of an amber moon.”
She paged down, scouring the rest of the site, but that was the only information regarding the amber moon she could find. After several more searches, she’d still found nothing more.
“Werewolves.” As much as she wanted to laugh, to ridicule the idea that such creatures were real, she couldn’t.
Why hadn’t Milly mentioned that part of it? Did she know? Or did the amber moon celebration in Forever have nothing to do with the folklore involving supernatural beings? Yet aside from the fact that the moon was supposed to affect werewolves, what Milly had told her was very similar.
“When the amber moon is out, people get to do anything and everything they want.” Isn’t that what Milly had said? Wasn’t that the same as losing control?
“Talk about losing control. You’ve lost control of your senses if you believe this shit.” She placed her laptop on the coffee table. Werewolves and amber moons were a bunch of silly superstitions. Maybe that was all the celebration was. Like Forever’s own version of Halloween. Or an excuse to have an outrageous party.
That had to be it.
She blew out a breath, relieved to have found a rational explanation. Shaking off the lingering bit of nerves, she went into the bedroom and started getting ready for bed. Tomorrow she’d check with Brig again and see what, if any, progress was being made toward getting her car fixed. If nothing else, she’d start calling the 800 numbers of all the rental car companies and find out just how much it would cost her to rent a car to drive home.