the lushness of the leather seat and waited.
On the way to dinner, Cyn told her about Roderick’s family. They were to have dinner with Rachel, Roderick’s wife and Brock, his teenage son. He instructed her not to say a word about Roderick’s current situation.
Emma’s curiosity peaked. She couldn’t wait to see who the huge Protector’s wife was.
“I didn’t think Protectors were allowed to marry,” Emma said.
Damn blindfold, she couldn’t see his expression when he remained quiet. She leaned back against the headrest, and figured he wouldn’t answer.
“We are not banned from marrying. But if we want to marry, our superior must arrange it. Or, we can marry, if we meet our destined life-mate on our own. We risk expulsion from the Protector force if we choose to marry without our leader’s permission,” he spoke matter-of-factly, without any hint of emotion.
“Was Roderick and Rachel’s marriage arranged?”
“No.”
“Is Rachel is his life-mate?”
“I don’t know.”
She persisted. “So Roderick is no longer a Protector?”
“He is a doctor. But he still helps us out on occasion.” Cyn cranked up the music —effectively letting her know the subject was closed. Questions still swirled in her head, but she tried to relax as hard rock filled the air.
A few minutes later, the truck came to a stop and Cyn removed Emma’s blindfold. The bright moonlight showcased an impressive log cabin home. Tall evergreen trees surrounded the giant home, completely blocking any views of the surrounding area.
Cyn placed his hand on a small security screen and the front door unlocked, allowing them in.
The inside of Roderick’s home shocked Emma. It was elegant yet welcoming. The family room showcased a pair of plush suede camel couches accented by pine tables and shelves brimming with books. A huge flat screen flanked one wall. On it, an animated battle game played.
A teenage boy sat on one of the couches absorbed with the action. He acknowledged their entrance with a slight bob of his head, while keeping his eyes glued to the screen. The boy appeared to be about the same age as Blue— definitely Roderick’s son. He had the same startling silver hair. The boy motioned Blue over, immediately shoving a controller in his hand. Blue plopped down; his eyes widened at the screen even as he began to push buttons on the hand piece.
Emma turned just in time to watch Cyn walk through the archway and settle his large frame onto a high barstool.
“Hello Rachel,” Cyn greeted the sleek brunette beauty as he rested his elbows on the counter.
Emma entered the kitchen and gaped at Roderick’s wife. The statuesque woman was a good match for Roderick who was enormous, a good four inches taller than Cyn.
Rachel’s glossy hair was tied back from her face in a loose ponytail. Even in a casual red blouse and tan slacks, she resembled a runway model.
Emma felt dowdy in her crumpled clothes and mussed hair, which was in desperate need of a trim. Rachel was human, but with a gift of some sort. Emma sensed a powerful energy from her.
Roderick’s wife studied her intently, as if to take in as much as she could. Emma cleared her throat and smiled. Rachel seemed oblivious to Emma’s discomfort as she crossed the room and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Rachel Crogan. The teen gamer in there, staring at the big screen, is my son Brock.”
Emma shook Rachel’s hand and wished she could have done more about her appearance. “Hello, I’m Emma.”
“Please sit down.” Rachel gave her a bright smile and motioned for Emma to sit on the stool next to Cyn’s.
Emma eyed the proximity of the stool to where Cyn sat and discreetly slid it away from him and sat. As soon as she did, the heat from Cyn’s body blasted her side and she resisted the urge to get back up. Feeling as if she were dragging herself away from a magnetic force, she leaned as far from him as she could.
“So what have you two
On the way to dinner, Cyn told her about Roderick’s family. They were to have dinner with Rachel, Roderick’s wife and Brock, his teenage son. He instructed her not to say a word about Roderick’s current situation.
Emma’s curiosity peaked. She couldn’t wait to see who the huge Protector’s wife was.
“I didn’t think Protectors were allowed to marry,” Emma said.
Damn blindfold, she couldn’t see his expression when he remained quiet. She leaned back against the headrest, and figured he wouldn’t answer.
“We are not banned from marrying. But if we want to marry, our superior must arrange it. Or, we can marry, if we meet our destined life-mate on our own. We risk expulsion from the Protector force if we choose to marry without our leader’s permission,” he spoke matter-of-factly, without any hint of emotion.
“Was Roderick and Rachel’s marriage arranged?”
“No.”
“Is Rachel is his life-mate?”
“I don’t know.”
She persisted. “So Roderick is no longer a Protector?”
“He is a doctor. But he still helps us out on occasion.” Cyn cranked up the music —effectively letting her know the subject was closed. Questions still swirled in her head, but she tried to relax as hard rock filled the air.
A few minutes later, the truck came to a stop and Cyn removed Emma’s blindfold. The bright moonlight showcased an impressive log cabin home. Tall evergreen trees surrounded the giant home, completely blocking any views of the surrounding area.
Cyn placed his hand on a small security screen and the front door unlocked, allowing them in.
The inside of Roderick’s home shocked Emma. It was elegant yet welcoming. The family room showcased a pair of plush suede camel couches accented by pine tables and shelves brimming with books. A huge flat screen flanked one wall. On it, an animated battle game played.
A teenage boy sat on one of the couches absorbed with the action. He acknowledged their entrance with a slight bob of his head, while keeping his eyes glued to the screen. The boy appeared to be about the same age as Blue— definitely Roderick’s son. He had the same startling silver hair. The boy motioned Blue over, immediately shoving a controller in his hand. Blue plopped down; his eyes widened at the screen even as he began to push buttons on the hand piece.
Emma turned just in time to watch Cyn walk through the archway and settle his large frame onto a high barstool.
“Hello Rachel,” Cyn greeted the sleek brunette beauty as he rested his elbows on the counter.
Emma entered the kitchen and gaped at Roderick’s wife. The statuesque woman was a good match for Roderick who was enormous, a good four inches taller than Cyn.
Rachel’s glossy hair was tied back from her face in a loose ponytail. Even in a casual red blouse and tan slacks, she resembled a runway model.
Emma felt dowdy in her crumpled clothes and mussed hair, which was in desperate need of a trim. Rachel was human, but with a gift of some sort. Emma sensed a powerful energy from her.
Roderick’s wife studied her intently, as if to take in as much as she could. Emma cleared her throat and smiled. Rachel seemed oblivious to Emma’s discomfort as she crossed the room and held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Rachel Crogan. The teen gamer in there, staring at the big screen, is my son Brock.”
Emma shook Rachel’s hand and wished she could have done more about her appearance. “Hello, I’m Emma.”
“Please sit down.” Rachel gave her a bright smile and motioned for Emma to sit on the stool next to Cyn’s.
Emma eyed the proximity of the stool to where Cyn sat and discreetly slid it away from him and sat. As soon as she did, the heat from Cyn’s body blasted her side and she resisted the urge to get back up. Feeling as if she were dragging herself away from a magnetic force, she leaned as far from him as she could.
“So what have you two
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