Crystal Warrior: Through All Eternity (Atlantean Crystal Saga Book 1) by Jen YatesNZ
Authors: Jen YatesNZ
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welter of thoughts she'd rather not face just yet.
As most mornings, he was sprawled in the pyramid pit, wide naked shoulders propped on one side of the circular couch and long muscular jean-clad legs draped across the other, watching the morning grow. It was his favorite time of the day and the closest he ever came to meditating and Georgina knew that even if he'd thought of waking her, he probably wouldn't have. Just because it was a time he liked to share only with himself.
Gould looked up, blue-green eyes bright with laughter, and vaulted upright. In one spring he seemed to be across the floor and wrapped around her, his hard, virile body reminding her just how well they fitted together.
‘Good morning, grumpy,’ he laughed, and kissed the end of her nose. Then he purred in her ear, ‘I thought that perhaps after last night you needed to replace some energy reserves.’
Hot color flooded her cheeks with the instant recall of the buttons popping off his shirt. As she swatted ineffectually at his hands that had a teasing way of being everywhere at once on her body, the door opened behind them but Gould didn't release her.
‘Sorry to intrude.’ The voice was male and decidedly cool. ‘But I've been sent on ahead to put the kettle on.’
‘Good God, man, you're not intruding,’ Gould assured Torr cheerfully. ‘You're just in time to prevent me getting chewed up for not waking the sleeping beauty. I was working on getting out of the mire but I don't seem to be making much headway.’ Then to Georgina he said, ‘Put the kettle on, sweetheart. Your guests would like their morning cuppa.’
Georgina stepped purposefully on his bare toe.
‘Put it on yourself. They're your guests too.’
Gould grimaced good-naturedly and did as he was bid.
‘And she wonders why I didn't wake her!’
‘Morning,’ she muttered to Torr as she delved into a cupboard to find the toaster. ‘Did you sleep all right?’
She was definitely losing it, she decided, when she started wondering if she could just climb into the cupboard and curl up into a fetal ball.
‘Fine. Can I help?’
Lord, he was standing right beside her! Georgina scrambled to her feet with the toaster clutched against her chest.
‘No—thanks. Is toast all right for breakfast or do you want cereal?’
‘Bacon and eggs,’ Gould put in.
‘You cooking?’ Georgina snapped back.
‘Of course, sweetheart. You just get your toast and coffee and maybe it'll put you in a better frame of mind.’
She hated it when Gould made her look like a useless housewife and when he was so reasonable. She had an awful urge to throw the toaster at his head but some deep inner knowledge told her that nothing she did would fool Torr Montgomery. He knew every thought in her head as if it were his own. And she knew his.
How could you let him touch you like that?
He has that right.
Not while I'm around.
What gives you the right?
I've always had that right!
Since when?
Since time immemorial!
Shit!
Yeah, my sentiments exactly.
With shaking fingers Georgina shoved bread into the toaster then turned for the door. She had to get out of here.
‘Morning, George!’ Fran erupted through the door just as Georgina reached for it and flung her arms round her sister. Then she leaned back and surveyed Georgina from the top of her neatly scraped back hair to the tips of her plain black pumps. ‘You're not going to work today, George!’
Georgina gave her twin a hug.
‘Of course I am. There's still a heap of stuff to arrange for Friday. I can't just play hooky and then expect everything to run smoothly on the day. It's a big day for the shop, Fran, as well as you.’
‘I know all that,’ Fran said crossly, ‘but I thought we'd get to spend some time together.’
‘We will,’ Georgina promised. ‘After Friday.’
‘S'pose I'll have to be content with that,’ Fran muttered, gravitating across the kitchen to where the kettle and coffee things resided. ‘I'm dying for a
As most mornings, he was sprawled in the pyramid pit, wide naked shoulders propped on one side of the circular couch and long muscular jean-clad legs draped across the other, watching the morning grow. It was his favorite time of the day and the closest he ever came to meditating and Georgina knew that even if he'd thought of waking her, he probably wouldn't have. Just because it was a time he liked to share only with himself.
Gould looked up, blue-green eyes bright with laughter, and vaulted upright. In one spring he seemed to be across the floor and wrapped around her, his hard, virile body reminding her just how well they fitted together.
‘Good morning, grumpy,’ he laughed, and kissed the end of her nose. Then he purred in her ear, ‘I thought that perhaps after last night you needed to replace some energy reserves.’
Hot color flooded her cheeks with the instant recall of the buttons popping off his shirt. As she swatted ineffectually at his hands that had a teasing way of being everywhere at once on her body, the door opened behind them but Gould didn't release her.
‘Sorry to intrude.’ The voice was male and decidedly cool. ‘But I've been sent on ahead to put the kettle on.’
‘Good God, man, you're not intruding,’ Gould assured Torr cheerfully. ‘You're just in time to prevent me getting chewed up for not waking the sleeping beauty. I was working on getting out of the mire but I don't seem to be making much headway.’ Then to Georgina he said, ‘Put the kettle on, sweetheart. Your guests would like their morning cuppa.’
Georgina stepped purposefully on his bare toe.
‘Put it on yourself. They're your guests too.’
Gould grimaced good-naturedly and did as he was bid.
‘And she wonders why I didn't wake her!’
‘Morning,’ she muttered to Torr as she delved into a cupboard to find the toaster. ‘Did you sleep all right?’
She was definitely losing it, she decided, when she started wondering if she could just climb into the cupboard and curl up into a fetal ball.
‘Fine. Can I help?’
Lord, he was standing right beside her! Georgina scrambled to her feet with the toaster clutched against her chest.
‘No—thanks. Is toast all right for breakfast or do you want cereal?’
‘Bacon and eggs,’ Gould put in.
‘You cooking?’ Georgina snapped back.
‘Of course, sweetheart. You just get your toast and coffee and maybe it'll put you in a better frame of mind.’
She hated it when Gould made her look like a useless housewife and when he was so reasonable. She had an awful urge to throw the toaster at his head but some deep inner knowledge told her that nothing she did would fool Torr Montgomery. He knew every thought in her head as if it were his own. And she knew his.
How could you let him touch you like that?
He has that right.
Not while I'm around.
What gives you the right?
I've always had that right!
Since when?
Since time immemorial!
Shit!
Yeah, my sentiments exactly.
With shaking fingers Georgina shoved bread into the toaster then turned for the door. She had to get out of here.
‘Morning, George!’ Fran erupted through the door just as Georgina reached for it and flung her arms round her sister. Then she leaned back and surveyed Georgina from the top of her neatly scraped back hair to the tips of her plain black pumps. ‘You're not going to work today, George!’
Georgina gave her twin a hug.
‘Of course I am. There's still a heap of stuff to arrange for Friday. I can't just play hooky and then expect everything to run smoothly on the day. It's a big day for the shop, Fran, as well as you.’
‘I know all that,’ Fran said crossly, ‘but I thought we'd get to spend some time together.’
‘We will,’ Georgina promised. ‘After Friday.’
‘S'pose I'll have to be content with that,’ Fran muttered, gravitating across the kitchen to where the kettle and coffee things resided. ‘I'm dying for a
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