together.”
It made sense. “Where are the plates?” Although moving slowly due to her injury, Tonia went to the cabinet that Wendy pointed to and began pulling plates out, setting the table, not sure if the other Protectors participated in the dinner ritual. But setting it for five just in case.
When the door opened and Fallon walked in she froze. Butterflies tickled her gut and she fought not to roll her eyes at her annoying response to the man.
Wendy greeted him cheerfully, “Hey Brit, how are you?” He smiled at Wendy, who seemed to bounce with joy. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Hello Wendy, I’m well, thank you.” His deep timber vibrated through Tonia. When he lifted his violet eyes to her, it made her stupid stomach pitch again.
“I’m glad to see you up and about Tonia,” he told her, eyes moving to her side then back to her face.
“Hello,” she replied, feeling uneasy at his intense perusal.
The awkward moment was broken when another man walked in behind Fallon and bumped a shoulder against his. “What the fuck Fallon? Were you tryin’ to run me off the road?” The male hesitated upon seeing her, his brow furrowing, then he returned his attention to Fallon. “Why did you cut me off back there?”
“Making sure you stay sharp, cowboy,” Fallon replied, seeming not to be bothered at the male’s harsh tones. He turned to her. “This Cro-Magnon, who you may mistake for a cowboy, is Logan West. Logan, this is Tonia Mohr.”
The handsome man's lips curved in a lazy smile, his startling hazel eyes met hers. She couldn’t help but be taken aback by the man’s attractiveness. Were all these men picked from some women’s dream catalog?
Wendy scurried past Logan, pushing him and Fallon aside as a tall muscular blond male came to the door. The man opened his arms, seeming to know Wendy would throw herself into them. Their passionate kiss made Tonia look away. Oh to have that again, on a daily basis. Well not that she and Alex ever acted that happy to see each other. He’d always been reserved and rarely showed any public display of emotion.
The scene unfolding in the kitchen reminded her of any family at the end of a workday. Fallon poured tea while Wendy's husband Kieran drank coffee and hovered over his wife as she pulled an enormous casserole dish out of the oven. Logan sat in a far corner and plucked at a guitar, stopping on occasion to pat the head of a large black Labrador that chewed on a rawhide bone at his feet.
Finally Wendy was able to get them all to the table where they ate, the conversation flowing from sports, to vehicles and finally to movies. Only once did anyone ask her a question. Logan who'd been a sheriff during his long lifetime asked her a question regarding a traffic law in Georgia. He'd grumbled when she told him her specialty was elsewhere.
Tonia turned to find Fallon leaning over her, their gazes met and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. Instead, he reached for her elbow. “Come with me,” His hands were gentle when helping her to stand and pulled her out of the room.
“Aren’t you going to eat dessert?” she asked glancing about the room, only Kieran and Wendy remained. Logan must have slipped out without her noticing.
“I’m not hungry for that right now.” Fallon's eyes slid to her mouth indicating what he’d prefer.
She cleared her throat. It was not the time to be romantic. With the need to find out more about the Protectors, having so many questions, she allowed him to lead her from the room.
They entered a small elevator and went back up to the third floor. Tonia noticed that Fallon kept his face turned away from her, he seemed deep in thought. Something was wrong. Her gut clenched. What now?
His mannerisms made her think of older times as he took her elbow again and guided her straight through a set of double doors. Once inside another huge bedroom, they moved to chairs flanking yet another fireplace.
Fallon didn’t sit.
It made sense. “Where are the plates?” Although moving slowly due to her injury, Tonia went to the cabinet that Wendy pointed to and began pulling plates out, setting the table, not sure if the other Protectors participated in the dinner ritual. But setting it for five just in case.
When the door opened and Fallon walked in she froze. Butterflies tickled her gut and she fought not to roll her eyes at her annoying response to the man.
Wendy greeted him cheerfully, “Hey Brit, how are you?” He smiled at Wendy, who seemed to bounce with joy. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Hello Wendy, I’m well, thank you.” His deep timber vibrated through Tonia. When he lifted his violet eyes to her, it made her stupid stomach pitch again.
“I’m glad to see you up and about Tonia,” he told her, eyes moving to her side then back to her face.
“Hello,” she replied, feeling uneasy at his intense perusal.
The awkward moment was broken when another man walked in behind Fallon and bumped a shoulder against his. “What the fuck Fallon? Were you tryin’ to run me off the road?” The male hesitated upon seeing her, his brow furrowing, then he returned his attention to Fallon. “Why did you cut me off back there?”
“Making sure you stay sharp, cowboy,” Fallon replied, seeming not to be bothered at the male’s harsh tones. He turned to her. “This Cro-Magnon, who you may mistake for a cowboy, is Logan West. Logan, this is Tonia Mohr.”
The handsome man's lips curved in a lazy smile, his startling hazel eyes met hers. She couldn’t help but be taken aback by the man’s attractiveness. Were all these men picked from some women’s dream catalog?
Wendy scurried past Logan, pushing him and Fallon aside as a tall muscular blond male came to the door. The man opened his arms, seeming to know Wendy would throw herself into them. Their passionate kiss made Tonia look away. Oh to have that again, on a daily basis. Well not that she and Alex ever acted that happy to see each other. He’d always been reserved and rarely showed any public display of emotion.
The scene unfolding in the kitchen reminded her of any family at the end of a workday. Fallon poured tea while Wendy's husband Kieran drank coffee and hovered over his wife as she pulled an enormous casserole dish out of the oven. Logan sat in a far corner and plucked at a guitar, stopping on occasion to pat the head of a large black Labrador that chewed on a rawhide bone at his feet.
Finally Wendy was able to get them all to the table where they ate, the conversation flowing from sports, to vehicles and finally to movies. Only once did anyone ask her a question. Logan who'd been a sheriff during his long lifetime asked her a question regarding a traffic law in Georgia. He'd grumbled when she told him her specialty was elsewhere.
Tonia turned to find Fallon leaning over her, their gazes met and for a moment she thought he might kiss her. Instead, he reached for her elbow. “Come with me,” His hands were gentle when helping her to stand and pulled her out of the room.
“Aren’t you going to eat dessert?” she asked glancing about the room, only Kieran and Wendy remained. Logan must have slipped out without her noticing.
“I’m not hungry for that right now.” Fallon's eyes slid to her mouth indicating what he’d prefer.
She cleared her throat. It was not the time to be romantic. With the need to find out more about the Protectors, having so many questions, she allowed him to lead her from the room.
They entered a small elevator and went back up to the third floor. Tonia noticed that Fallon kept his face turned away from her, he seemed deep in thought. Something was wrong. Her gut clenched. What now?
His mannerisms made her think of older times as he took her elbow again and guided her straight through a set of double doors. Once inside another huge bedroom, they moved to chairs flanking yet another fireplace.
Fallon didn’t sit.
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