Finding Love’s Wings by Zoey Derrick

Book Preface

I have this distinct feeling that something is off, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. As I pull into the parking spot near Reed’s condo, the dreaded “something is not right” feeling courses stronger through my body. His car is here, right next to me, so I know he’s here. And I can hear music coming from the window, which is wide open despite the ninety-five degree temperature. Typical weather for June in Phoenix, but most people would have the house closed up and the A/C blasting.

Reed is about five feet six inches tall. Not very tall, but about two inches taller than I am. He is very broad shouldered and muscular, with that perfect V at his hips. He just has an air of sexiness about him.

I met Reed at a bar about six months ago, and we hit it off pretty well. Really well, in fact. We ended up in bed together that same night. We’ve been seeing each other casually since then, but it’s strange: we very rarely ever go out; it’s usually just he and I in bed together. I’m not sure that we can be considered a couple, but we’ve been exclusive to one another since we met.

As I step out of the car, I take a deep breath. Pulling myself together, I head for the door. It’s unlocked, which isn’t unusual when he’s expecting me, even though I have a key to his place. But when I enter the house, I hear a strange noise. I listen carefully, and over the beat of the music there it is again: a weird mewling noise that I can’t immediately place.

“Killer Queen” by Queen is crooning through the bedroom stereo system. Reed loves his rock music, and Queen is a bit mellow for him. “Reed?” I call out. The music drones on, so I start singing quietly to myself as I make my way toward his bedroom. As I climb the stairs the music changes, though the song isn’t over yet. It switches over to Adele’s “Rumor Has It,” but not before I catch the sounds again.

Are you fucking kidding me? I think. This rat bastard is sleeping with someone else. The woman moaning is a dead give away. I should turn around and walk out the door.