leaving Chayle to enjoy the
peace and quiet she found outside the French doors of the secluded
patio.
The veranda style porch on the second floor
of Kayne's home offered a spectacular view of dense woods
surrounding the property with cleared grounds around the house, and
outbuildings close by. She had not seen a single person the entire
time she had reclined on the padded chase lounge soaking up the
sun's rays but Chayle was not fooled. Her skin prickled every so
often, alerting her to eyes that skimmed over her skin, an almost
silken touch not really there.
Another presence also prickled her
subconscious, allowing a slight uneasiness to touch her but she
pushed it away. Chayle could also sense others moving around the
grounds, nothing intrusive but almost protective, watching,
guarding. She sighed, realizing she was going to have to ask some
hard questions now that her mind was clearer. Kayne had some
explaining to do and it could not wait any longer. She had never
run from a problem and she was not going to start now. Kayne would
have to understand that from the beginning of this
relationship.
The suddenness of that thought forced her
eyes open and her hand to reach for her throat. Where the hell had
that come from?
Realistic if nothing else, Chayle smiled,
realizing that her life had changed drastically in the last few
weeks. She had not missed the fact that Kayne had referred to her
as "mate." Nor the fact that everyone treated her with some
semblance of special status when entering into the suite of rooms
for the last several days she had remained secluded as she healed.
However, they were going to have that talk about all of this
because she never hid from the truth. First, she needed
answers.
Why had she been taken?
Where was the other girl and what had
happened to her?
More importantly, how could she stop it from
happening again?
Chayle shifted on the lounge and felt the
pleasant ache in all the right places from the night before, vastly
different from the nightmares, the monsters who had taken her. She
still ached in places no human should have been violated, yet her
muscles were returning to their normal strength, albeit slowly. It
chafed her inherent stubbornness to know that it was going to take
longer than she would like for her body to recover. She hated lying
around waiting. They were going to have to make some serious
decisions - soon.
It was as if Kayne had inserted himself into
her subconscious without her even realizing it, and she was
accepting it without a fight, which was not like her at all. Before
the "incident," it was only herself that she had to rely on, to
fight for or against, and stubbornly make the determination as to
what direction she would go forth and conquer. Now it seemed her
mind and body were telling her something before she even realized
it.
A slow smile lit up her face as she leaned
back and let the sun's rays warm her, soaking them in like a warm
caress. Well, her alpha male was going to have to come to the
realization that she was not sitting this one out, and the sooner
he realized that the better for both of them.
There she went again - "her alpha male."
No sooner had the thought entered her mind
than Chayle felt the air stir slightly to her right, a musky scent
tickling her senses. She did not open her eyes, just took a deep
breath and drew him in like the warm breeze, deep into her lungs
like a life-giving force.
"You look like a cat curled up in the sun,"
he purred near her ear, causing Chayle to grin.
"Humm . . . and it feels good to just soak
it up after someone left the warmth of the bed. I got cold." She
cracked an eyelid, turning her head slightly to see a small smile
ghost Kayne's features before it was gone. "I'm kidding, Kayne. I
could not lie there any longer and needed to move. My muscles are
aching and need exercise."
"I brought you some clothes if you'd like to
dress and take a look around the place," he offered, holding out
his hand. "The walk might
peace and quiet she found outside the French doors of the secluded
patio.
The veranda style porch on the second floor
of Kayne's home offered a spectacular view of dense woods
surrounding the property with cleared grounds around the house, and
outbuildings close by. She had not seen a single person the entire
time she had reclined on the padded chase lounge soaking up the
sun's rays but Chayle was not fooled. Her skin prickled every so
often, alerting her to eyes that skimmed over her skin, an almost
silken touch not really there.
Another presence also prickled her
subconscious, allowing a slight uneasiness to touch her but she
pushed it away. Chayle could also sense others moving around the
grounds, nothing intrusive but almost protective, watching,
guarding. She sighed, realizing she was going to have to ask some
hard questions now that her mind was clearer. Kayne had some
explaining to do and it could not wait any longer. She had never
run from a problem and she was not going to start now. Kayne would
have to understand that from the beginning of this
relationship.
The suddenness of that thought forced her
eyes open and her hand to reach for her throat. Where the hell had
that come from?
Realistic if nothing else, Chayle smiled,
realizing that her life had changed drastically in the last few
weeks. She had not missed the fact that Kayne had referred to her
as "mate." Nor the fact that everyone treated her with some
semblance of special status when entering into the suite of rooms
for the last several days she had remained secluded as she healed.
However, they were going to have that talk about all of this
because she never hid from the truth. First, she needed
answers.
Why had she been taken?
Where was the other girl and what had
happened to her?
More importantly, how could she stop it from
happening again?
Chayle shifted on the lounge and felt the
pleasant ache in all the right places from the night before, vastly
different from the nightmares, the monsters who had taken her. She
still ached in places no human should have been violated, yet her
muscles were returning to their normal strength, albeit slowly. It
chafed her inherent stubbornness to know that it was going to take
longer than she would like for her body to recover. She hated lying
around waiting. They were going to have to make some serious
decisions - soon.
It was as if Kayne had inserted himself into
her subconscious without her even realizing it, and she was
accepting it without a fight, which was not like her at all. Before
the "incident," it was only herself that she had to rely on, to
fight for or against, and stubbornly make the determination as to
what direction she would go forth and conquer. Now it seemed her
mind and body were telling her something before she even realized
it.
A slow smile lit up her face as she leaned
back and let the sun's rays warm her, soaking them in like a warm
caress. Well, her alpha male was going to have to come to the
realization that she was not sitting this one out, and the sooner
he realized that the better for both of them.
There she went again - "her alpha male."
No sooner had the thought entered her mind
than Chayle felt the air stir slightly to her right, a musky scent
tickling her senses. She did not open her eyes, just took a deep
breath and drew him in like the warm breeze, deep into her lungs
like a life-giving force.
"You look like a cat curled up in the sun,"
he purred near her ear, causing Chayle to grin.
"Humm . . . and it feels good to just soak
it up after someone left the warmth of the bed. I got cold." She
cracked an eyelid, turning her head slightly to see a small smile
ghost Kayne's features before it was gone. "I'm kidding, Kayne. I
could not lie there any longer and needed to move. My muscles are
aching and need exercise."
"I brought you some clothes if you'd like to
dress and take a look around the place," he offered, holding out
his hand. "The walk might
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