Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Ava: Settling In

Chapters 11-17 have been rewritten to improve story flow and pacing. [June 27, 2024]

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The men at the door look related. So related that I'd bet they're twins.

"Hi," the one on the left says, with a charming smile. They have close-cropped brown hair and twinkling brown eyes, with popular kid in high school written all over them. They have to be in their mid-twenties now, though.

"Hi," I respond, with some suspicion. Is this that legendary thing called solicitation? Are they here to sell me something?

If so, they're screwed. Selene got to my wallet first.

"Mrs. Elkins sent us," the guy on the right says, and I turn my gaze to him, relaxing a little.

"Oh?" Mrs. Elkins wouldn't just send someone without warning me.

Checking my phone, I see a missed text.

[MRS. ELKINS: Don't forget that Ben and Franklin are coming to help put up some shelves in the living room. You can send them away if you're not up to it.]

Oh, right. I vaguely recall some conversation like that last week. Probably something I should have added to my phone so I wouldn't be surprised at a time like this.

shelves," I say, glancing back

other wears glasses. "I'm Ben," the one with glasses offers, turning up the wattage of

reaching out to shake my hand. He has a wedding ring. The other doesn't. "My wife is

Ah, they're family.

them in. Selene gives them both a quick once-over, yawns, and jumps onto the

a couch potato," Ben says

the remote. I can see how that's amusing; the

reacts to that lightly flirtatious laugh or the interested glances he sends

Lucas Westwood has ruined me for

we glance through a few of the boxes to figure out how many shelves we

it turns out—I don't feel

rid

well-worn. Others are brand new, probably

down some numbers as he assesses the living room walls. "Alright, so if we put the tall shelves against this wall, we can probably fit the short

I'm not picky, as long as they're sturdy enough to hold

about that. We'll make sure they're anchored well. Wouldn't want any accidents." He flashes me a friendly smile, but it

books by genre. It's a daunting task, but there's something satisfying about handling each book, deciding where it belongs. Fiction, non-fiction, classics, contemporary... the

a blur of measuring, drilling, and sorting. Selene dozes on the couch, unbothered by

the fever still simmers under my skin. But there's a buzzing in my veins, a sense

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