Soul Mates Rise: Witching Call Part 4 (5 page)

Wrong Number

Devon wakes up to the news that her
husband was involved in an accident that left his wrecked car at
the bottom of the river, with no body to be found. Followed by a
series of mysterious phone calls asking for Dan that send chills
down Devon's spine, she knows something just isn't right. But the
worst is yet to come...

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Wrong Number

Finally!
Devon thought as she sat down on the couch in her new
apartment.

Moving was never easy, but she had done
it so many times now that it was becoming somewhat of a routine.
However, this time it was different. She wasn't going to be moving
again in the near future, if ever. It had taken a while to save the
money she needed, but now she had her very own book shop. Even
better, her spacious apartment was right over the shop, which meant
that she had everything she needed conveniently within
reach.

The first order of business had been to
get her belongings moved into the apartment. Tomorrow, Devon would
begin unpacking boxes and stocking the shelves of her shop with the
help of Janina, the girl she had hired to help her. Together, she
hoped that they would be able to get most of it all done within a
couple of days. She really wanted to have her grand opening by the
end of the week. Saturdays were usually excellent days to hold them
because people would be looking for something to do on the
weekends.

Devon had planned it all out
beautifully. She did her research and found that this tiny coastal
town on the east coast would be the perfect location for her book
shop. Crystal Cove was small enough to be quaint, but large enough
that tourists visiting nearby beach resorts would be able to find
it easily enough. In fact, tourism was a large part of the town's
income. When she found Crystal Cove, it boasted one casual dining
restaurant, one fine dining restaurant, a Victorian bed and
breakfast as well as a small but elegant inn. There were other
necessary businesses in town but there was no book shop. That's
where Devon came in.

She was going to be selling all sorts
of books. There would be sections for romances, mysteries, occult,
research materials, and even a children's section. That was going
to be set up as a story time area. Her favorite part, though, was
in the back of the shop. That's where Devon would be offering Tarot
readings in a private and specially decorated area. No one had to
know that her information came from sources that had nothing to do
with the Tarot. She had been playing that off for years so that
people didn't become afraid of her and her abilities.

Well, Devon thought. I can't just sit
here daydreaming. I've got to get busy. Her electricity, water, and
landline phone were all turned on and she could now stay here. The
movers were due to arrive in a few hours to bring in her furniture.
One thing at a time, she thought. She got up and started to do some
cleaning and measuring so that she would know where she could put
what.

This is going to be amazing, Devon
thought. Dan would have loved it. No, I'm not going to think about
him right now. It's only going to make me sad and I can't afford to
get depressed right now. She went into her sunny kitchen and
grabbed a diet soda from the refrigerator. Stocking the
refrigerator had been something she had had the foresight to do.
She would get her bed set up and at least be able to eat something
in her own home tonight.

Just as she popped the top on the soda,
her phone rang. Startled, she nearly spit out her swallow of diet
coke. It had to be a wrong number, she thought as she went back
into the living room to answer the phone. Picking up the phone, she
said a cautious but cheery "Hello." At first, no one said
anything.

"Hi, is anyone there?" Devon
said.

"Hi," a deep male voice said. "I guess
I must have the wrong number. I was trying to get in touch with
Dan, but you're obviously not him."

"Dan?" A little unpleasant shock ran
through Devon's body. "How do you know Dan?" "Hey, I'm really sorry
for bothering you."

Before she could say anything else, her
caller had hung up. She checked the caller ID and saw Unknown
Number registered there. How odd, she thought. There wasn't enough
time left to dwell on it, though, because at that moment, the
movers pulled up. She was distracted for the next couple of hours
with supervising the unloading of her furniture and boxes of
things.

As she had promised herself, Devon got
her bed set up and a path cleared so that she could eat a simple
dinner in her very own kitchen. She nibbled on a salad and an
avocado and bacon sandwich when she remembered the odd phone call
from earlier. That really had to be a coincidence, she thought. It
did make her miss Dan even more than ever. That feeling was
especially bad at night. She tended to remember the way he used to
make her body absolutely sing with pleasure. No man had ever been
able to do that for her before or since. In fact, Devon was pretty
much afraid that she would never meet another man that would do
that to her.

Suddenly, she realized just how tired
she was. She got up and changed into her pajama pants and spaghetti
strap t-shirt. Washing her face and brushing her teeth completed
the bedtime ritual for tonight. She slipped into her bed and turned
out the lamp on her nightstand. Just as she was dozing off, her
telephone started to ring. Fortunately, she had an extension
sitting on her nightstand so all she had to do was reach over and
pick it up.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi, is Dan there?" came the same male
voice from earlier.

"It's you again," Devon said
accusatorially. "Who is this and what do you want?" "Oops, I've got
a wrong number again! So sorry!" And with that, the connection was
broken.

Dammit! Now, Devon would never be able
to get to sleep. What the hell was going on? Was someone trying to
play some sort of joke on her? If so, it was a very cruel one and
she didn't appreciate it. Dan was gone and he wasn't ever going to
come back. She had only recently begun to accept that and now, some
asshole was trying to rattle her cage. Of course, she could be
crazy. It could just be that it was an honest mistake. Dan was a
pretty common name, after all.

Common, however, was the last word that
would ever have described her Dan. Laying back onto her pillow, she
could see his tousled black hair, high cheekbones, blue green eyes
and sexy sideways smile. God, how she missed him! No one was ever
going to take his place and she knew it. Her body still missed him
every night. Even right now, when she was tired and hot, her body
wanted Dan to be touching her, kissing her, and making love to her.
Finally, she turned over on her side and went to sleep with a
single tear sliding down her cheek.

"Wake up, sweetheart. Devon, open your
eyes and look at me."

"Mmm but it's so wonderful to lay here
like this with you, Dan. Do we really have to get up
now?"

"Yes, darling. I would love nothing
more than to hold you in my arms all day, but now isn't the time.
There's something I must tell you and it's important that you pay
attention."

"Of course, Dan, I'm listening. What is
it?"

"You need to be careful. I can't
protect you from where I am but you need to know that you're in
danger."

"Danger? Who on earth wants to hurt
me?"

"Shhh, don't speak. I'll tell you
everything."

There was a ringing sound in Devon's
ears suddenly. She was trying so hard to hold Dan's face in her
mind but he was fading very quickly. The ringing became louder and
more insistent. Devon's eyes flew open. She realized that the
telephone was ringing on her nightstand. The sun was shining
brightly and streaming through the partially opened curtains. Her
bedside clock read 8:35 AM. Who the hell could be calling her at
this hour? Reaching over, she lifted the phone and mumbled into
it.

"Good morning, is Dan there,
please?"

This again! She didn't even bother
trying to carry on a conversation. Simply disconnecting the call
would have to do. Devon didn't have the time, patience or energy
for this. However, she was awake now and had a full day ahead of
her. A shower sounded great to her at that moment so she got out of
bed and padded into the bathroom.

Minutes later, she was stripped and
standing under the refreshing spray of water. Picking up the tube
of shower gel, she squirted some into her hand and started to move
her soapy hands over her body. As she passed over her full breasts,
the unexpected stimulation caused her to emit a gasp. She had lost
count of how long it had been since she had experienced any sort of
sexual pleasure. Her toys had even been neglected because she just
hadn't felt the need for them. Now, however, as she absently
lightly pinched her nipples, she felt a jolt of sexual electricity
move through her body.

Closing her eyes, she continued to
tease her nipples until the ache had moved directly to her clit.
Without seeming to be aware of her actions, Devon slid one hand
down over her stomach to her nether region. With a single minded
motion, she parted the folds that revealed her clit that stood out
like a tiny erect cock. Stroking it only brought her a more
exquisite and torturous need for release. As she continued, that
special sensation started to creep over her before slamming into
her violently. Devon cried out as she rode her hand, moving the
other one down so that she could slip two fingers deep inside of
her soaking and spasming pussy. Just as she was coming down from
that orgasm, she felt it rising inside her again. Before she
returned to herself, Devon had reached a total of four intense
orgasms. Now, she was weak and her legs were barely holding her up.
Giving into the afterglow of the moment, she slid down the shower
walls and sat under the cascading water.

Well, she thought. I suppose that was
inevitable. After all, I'm still young and healthy, and it has been
quite a while since I allowed myself to have any physical pleasure.
Dan wouldn't want me to deny myself. This is probably good for me
and will help me clear my mind because I really need to think about
that very odd dream I was having before the phone rang.

Devon finished showering and dressed in
faded jeans and a spaghetti strap tank top. It was going to be
rather warm today while she and Janina worked in the shop. That
reminded her that she needed to be sure that the air conditioning
was turned on. Otherwise, they were going to be sweating all over
the books. After putting a on a pot of French Vanilla coffee, she
toasted a bagel and covered it in cream cheese. This was,
sometimes, her favorite part of the day. It had always been so very
special for Dan and her.

Thinking of Dan brought the memory of
her dream back to her. There was something that he had wanted to
tell her. That part of the dream she remembered very clearly. It
was something about her being in danger and he wasn't going to be
able to protect her. Dreams can be very strange events. She did
remember how real it felt, though. She could still see Dan's
beautiful blue green eyes gazing into her big brown ones. I really
didn't want to wake up, she thought. Maybe I should read on it
later.

Of course, now it was time to get to
work. She had a new life here in Crystal Cove and she wanted to be
sure that it got off to a great start. Carrying her coffee
downstairs, she entered the box filled shop. Just as she walked
into the main part of the shop, Janina knocked on the window at the
door and waved at her. Hiring her is one the best decisions I've
made, Devon thought, smiling and waving back. She went over and
unlocked the door to let Janina inside.

"Hi there, you're right on time!"
exclaimed Devon. "Would you like some coffee? I made some just
before coming downstairs." "Oh that sounds great! But don't worry;
I'll go up and get a cup myself."

"Ok, but be careful. Everything is
still sort of a disaster area." Janina's long, toned legs quickly
jogged up the stairs that led to Devon's apartment. She was back in
no time holding a large mug of coffee. The two women discussed
where they needed to focus first and got started with the unpacking
and arranging. Time flew by and they didn't stop until it was
nearly 2:30 PM. They had started making quite a dent in the work
that needed to be done.

"Ok, let's take a break," Devon
announced. "I'm actually hungry and pretty thirsty. I can't believe
you didn't say anything!"

"Not me," laughed Janina. "I didn't
even notice how much time went by."

"Let's go upstairs and dig around in my
fridge for lunch. Then, we'll work a little longer."

As they got to the stop of the stairs,
they could hear Devon's landline ringing. She opened the door
quickly and ran inside, grabbing the phone in mid-ring. With a
breathless "Hello," Devon listened to the silence on the other end
of the phone. Repeating herself, she listened intently to see if
there was really anyone on the other end of the line.

"Yes, hello, is Dan
available?"

"You again. Look, how many times do you
need to call this number to understand that it's a wrong number?
There is no Dan here, as I've told you every other time you have
called here!"