help with the soreness."
Chayle did not comment but took the offered
palm, feeling the calluses and strength as he tugged her from her
curled position on the lounge. He led her back into the spacious
bedroom where someone had made the bed while she lay outside
without her even hearing them, straightened the room, and replaced
the cut flowers on the dresser. On the back of the large
wing-backed chair lay a pair of jeans and tank top with comfortable
sneakers and ankle socks on the floor next to it.
"How did you know what size I wore?" she
asked, picking up the tank and jeans. "I'm not some skinny miss who
fits into just anything."
"It wasn't hard," Kayne grinned. "You
forget. I've carried you more than a couple of times lately so I
had a pretty good idea of your measurements."
She blushed as memories of last night
flooded her, his hands and mouth reminding her of just how much he
knew about her body. When Chayle looked back up it was to see the
same heat reflected in Kayne's eyes.
"You keep looking at me like that and you'll
never get into those clothes so you'd best take them into the
bathroom if you plan on getting dressed anytime today." His grin
was friendly and open now but Chayle could see the banked fires
sparkling in those blue eyes, a clear indication of how much he
still wanted her. His hot gaze roamed over her body causing it to
ache and burn.
Grinning, she gathered the jeans and tank
top and sauntered toward the bathroom with an extra twitch to her
hips, but could not help throwing a final comment over her
shoulder.
"Promises, promises!"
With a quick skip, she quickly closed the
bathroom door.
"Tease!" he whispered, then grinned. It
seemed his mate had more backbone than he had first given her
credit. That was a good thing.
Walking to the French doors, Kayne leaned
against them looking out onto the surrounding woods, not actually
seeing any of the beauty before him. Intel was still coming in from
their sources and it did not look good. The files and papers he had
found in the cabin before it was destroyed indicated that there was
more going on than just simple human trafficking but they could not
seem to connect it with any of the other occurrences. The only
differences were the types of females taken.
All were young, yes, but had different
backgrounds. Most had exceptional educations but were of different
socio-economic classes. There were no connections between races,
locations or families. The reports indicated all of the subjects
had such radical tests performed that it still terrified Kayne to
wonder what these assholes were up to considering many of the
victims had died as a result. The ones Kayne and his group had
managed to rescue were the lucky ones but it would take a long time
for many to return to a normal life, if ever.
The suspicion that the same groups he and
the Team had worked so hard to destroy once they had gained their
own freedom from the hidden testing facilities for the military
might now be active again would not go away. There were too many
similarities. He heard the bathroom door open and soft steps enter
the room, causing Kayne a ghost of a smile.
"You are doing that more often, brother!
It looks good on you." Rafe's voice echoed softly in his mind
as Kayne felt his mate's hands rub up his back.
"What has you scowling so hard?" Chayle
slipped up behind him, hesitant to touch the hard back that leaned
against the doorjamb but unable to resist. She wedge into the
opening next to him, looking up.
It still amazed her that this man, this
warrior, did not terrify the daylights out of her. On some
elemental level, Chayle knew he could never harm her. Standing
there watching him in deep thought it was scary to realize that in
a very short time she had come to trust someone this much when in
her twenty-eight years that had never happened.
"Let's walk and I'll show you around," he
said instead, choosing to postpone the questions he knew Chayle had
for him.
"We need to talk, Kayne."
Chayle did not comment but took the offered
palm, feeling the calluses and strength as he tugged her from her
curled position on the lounge. He led her back into the spacious
bedroom where someone had made the bed while she lay outside
without her even hearing them, straightened the room, and replaced
the cut flowers on the dresser. On the back of the large
wing-backed chair lay a pair of jeans and tank top with comfortable
sneakers and ankle socks on the floor next to it.
"How did you know what size I wore?" she
asked, picking up the tank and jeans. "I'm not some skinny miss who
fits into just anything."
"It wasn't hard," Kayne grinned. "You
forget. I've carried you more than a couple of times lately so I
had a pretty good idea of your measurements."
She blushed as memories of last night
flooded her, his hands and mouth reminding her of just how much he
knew about her body. When Chayle looked back up it was to see the
same heat reflected in Kayne's eyes.
"You keep looking at me like that and you'll
never get into those clothes so you'd best take them into the
bathroom if you plan on getting dressed anytime today." His grin
was friendly and open now but Chayle could see the banked fires
sparkling in those blue eyes, a clear indication of how much he
still wanted her. His hot gaze roamed over her body causing it to
ache and burn.
Grinning, she gathered the jeans and tank
top and sauntered toward the bathroom with an extra twitch to her
hips, but could not help throwing a final comment over her
shoulder.
"Promises, promises!"
With a quick skip, she quickly closed the
bathroom door.
"Tease!" he whispered, then grinned. It
seemed his mate had more backbone than he had first given her
credit. That was a good thing.
Walking to the French doors, Kayne leaned
against them looking out onto the surrounding woods, not actually
seeing any of the beauty before him. Intel was still coming in from
their sources and it did not look good. The files and papers he had
found in the cabin before it was destroyed indicated that there was
more going on than just simple human trafficking but they could not
seem to connect it with any of the other occurrences. The only
differences were the types of females taken.
All were young, yes, but had different
backgrounds. Most had exceptional educations but were of different
socio-economic classes. There were no connections between races,
locations or families. The reports indicated all of the subjects
had such radical tests performed that it still terrified Kayne to
wonder what these assholes were up to considering many of the
victims had died as a result. The ones Kayne and his group had
managed to rescue were the lucky ones but it would take a long time
for many to return to a normal life, if ever.
The suspicion that the same groups he and
the Team had worked so hard to destroy once they had gained their
own freedom from the hidden testing facilities for the military
might now be active again would not go away. There were too many
similarities. He heard the bathroom door open and soft steps enter
the room, causing Kayne a ghost of a smile.
"You are doing that more often, brother!
It looks good on you." Rafe's voice echoed softly in his mind
as Kayne felt his mate's hands rub up his back.
"What has you scowling so hard?" Chayle
slipped up behind him, hesitant to touch the hard back that leaned
against the doorjamb but unable to resist. She wedge into the
opening next to him, looking up.
It still amazed her that this man, this
warrior, did not terrify the daylights out of her. On some
elemental level, Chayle knew he could never harm her. Standing
there watching him in deep thought it was scary to realize that in
a very short time she had come to trust someone this much when in
her twenty-eight years that had never happened.
"Let's walk and I'll show you around," he
said instead, choosing to postpone the questions he knew Chayle had
for him.
"We need to talk, Kayne."
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