offer.”
“Not a problem. Would you mind if I called you later? Just to see if you got home safely?” Christopher asked and draped the towel around his neck.
“I own ‘It’s a Shore Thing Surf and Sail.’ You can find me there.” Considering her fantasies from the night before, she would not pass up the opportunity to explore her physical attraction to him, although she cautioned herself to stay vigilant about the possible power she had perceived in him.
His full lips broke into a boyish, but guarded grin, and he nodded.
“I’ll make sure to do that,” he said and then walked off to where Ryan had the skiff’s stern at the water’s edge, all set to go.
Victoria strode to her kayak and got it into the water. She climbed in as the two men jumped into the boat. It took them a moment to get the oars locked into the rowlocks, but then they dipped the oars into the water. With rhythmic powerful pulls, they headed down the waterway toward the ocean. Muscular back and shoulder muscles were fluid as they easily propelled the craft with the current, their bodies in picture-perfect sync as they rowed.
Victoria was heading in a different direction, up the river slightly and across the water to reach the dock behind her home and shop. The movement of the tide would be against her now, making it a more difficult paddle. Although she had the strength and stamina to battle the current, the accident had put her behind schedule. She was supposed to meet her parents at her home for yet another discussion about Adam Bruno. They would be angry if they discovered she had gone so far out into the waterways without Rafael’s protection in one way or another. Because of his earlier comments about always being there, she had been much more vigilant about sensing him, checking the slight breeze wafting along the water to see if he had sent his energy to stand guard, but he had not. At least not this time.
She didn’t know why she was suddenly finding it disconcerting to think that some part of him was always watching over her. Maybe she was getting too human as her parents feared. Rafael was only doing the job he had been selectedto do. As the captain of her half-dozen cadre members, he was supposed to make sure she was safe.
And she was supposed to be home already, she reminded herself since she was running late.
Laying the kayak paddle across her knees, she splayed her hands on the surface of the water and visualized a water flow similar to the whirlwind she had used to speed through the ocean. Her actions created a constantly moving rotation of water beneath the kayak. Immediately the craft burst into motion, the circling flow pulling it forward much like a paddle wheel would a larger vessel.
Victoria grabbed the paddle and began the traditional crisscross rowing motion, adding yet more speed with her efforts while also disguising what was going on along the water’s surface from prying eyes. Light Hunters went to too much trouble to hide their existence from humans and Shadow Hunters for her to allow a too obvious show of power to give them away. Such visible displays were always problematic, but more so in light of the recent Shadow attack on Adam.
Clearly the Shadows were searching for Light Hunters in the area, seeking ways to steal their energy in order to repair the damage the pox did to their bodies. She probably should have brought Rafael with her, but she had needed the solitude after the funeral.
The love between Adam and Bobbie had her wondering about her own wish to find such devotion, especially since it was possible for her Equinox to rise up any time soon.
As Victoria paddled, she considered the various men in her Light Hunter clan, but she could not imagine spending the rest of her life with any of them. Not to mention that they all lacked the gift of hunting. Without thatability, a union with one of those Hunters was no more beneficial to the continuation of the clan than mating with a Hybrid, as Adam had
“Not a problem. Would you mind if I called you later? Just to see if you got home safely?” Christopher asked and draped the towel around his neck.
“I own ‘It’s a Shore Thing Surf and Sail.’ You can find me there.” Considering her fantasies from the night before, she would not pass up the opportunity to explore her physical attraction to him, although she cautioned herself to stay vigilant about the possible power she had perceived in him.
His full lips broke into a boyish, but guarded grin, and he nodded.
“I’ll make sure to do that,” he said and then walked off to where Ryan had the skiff’s stern at the water’s edge, all set to go.
Victoria strode to her kayak and got it into the water. She climbed in as the two men jumped into the boat. It took them a moment to get the oars locked into the rowlocks, but then they dipped the oars into the water. With rhythmic powerful pulls, they headed down the waterway toward the ocean. Muscular back and shoulder muscles were fluid as they easily propelled the craft with the current, their bodies in picture-perfect sync as they rowed.
Victoria was heading in a different direction, up the river slightly and across the water to reach the dock behind her home and shop. The movement of the tide would be against her now, making it a more difficult paddle. Although she had the strength and stamina to battle the current, the accident had put her behind schedule. She was supposed to meet her parents at her home for yet another discussion about Adam Bruno. They would be angry if they discovered she had gone so far out into the waterways without Rafael’s protection in one way or another. Because of his earlier comments about always being there, she had been much more vigilant about sensing him, checking the slight breeze wafting along the water to see if he had sent his energy to stand guard, but he had not. At least not this time.
She didn’t know why she was suddenly finding it disconcerting to think that some part of him was always watching over her. Maybe she was getting too human as her parents feared. Rafael was only doing the job he had been selectedto do. As the captain of her half-dozen cadre members, he was supposed to make sure she was safe.
And she was supposed to be home already, she reminded herself since she was running late.
Laying the kayak paddle across her knees, she splayed her hands on the surface of the water and visualized a water flow similar to the whirlwind she had used to speed through the ocean. Her actions created a constantly moving rotation of water beneath the kayak. Immediately the craft burst into motion, the circling flow pulling it forward much like a paddle wheel would a larger vessel.
Victoria grabbed the paddle and began the traditional crisscross rowing motion, adding yet more speed with her efforts while also disguising what was going on along the water’s surface from prying eyes. Light Hunters went to too much trouble to hide their existence from humans and Shadow Hunters for her to allow a too obvious show of power to give them away. Such visible displays were always problematic, but more so in light of the recent Shadow attack on Adam.
Clearly the Shadows were searching for Light Hunters in the area, seeking ways to steal their energy in order to repair the damage the pox did to their bodies. She probably should have brought Rafael with her, but she had needed the solitude after the funeral.
The love between Adam and Bobbie had her wondering about her own wish to find such devotion, especially since it was possible for her Equinox to rise up any time soon.
As Victoria paddled, she considered the various men in her Light Hunter clan, but she could not imagine spending the rest of her life with any of them. Not to mention that they all lacked the gift of hunting. Without thatability, a union with one of those Hunters was no more beneficial to the continuation of the clan than mating with a Hybrid, as Adam had
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