Dedication (The Medicean Stars Saga Book 1) by McCullough Crawford Page A
Authors: McCullough Crawford
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theorist.”
Jon doesn't even need to see his face to know what his happening: This man's charm is enough to win most girls in a matter of minutes. Sara, judging by her expression, is no exception. She sits back and re-crosses her legs before saying:
“Don't worry about that... I think I just figured it out. Jon pointed out where I needed to take it,” she says, all without breaking eye contact with Ryan. “But now I am distracted from it, perhaps you could escort me down to this protest thing you were talking about.”
Her own eyes are twinkling with just as much mischief as Ryan's, and as she gathers up her stuff, Jon can't help but think that his friend may have just met his match. Unlike some of the ladies his friend spends time with, Sara seems to be fully aware of his game but is interested in raising the stakes instead of simply playing along. Such a collision of titans may just be interesting to watch. They both dismount from their seats and leave, Ryan allowing her to step out first before looking back over his shoulder with a wink.
Jon allows himself a smile and a small chuckle before diving back into the work from which he had been interrupted. The thought of why he had never noticed Sara in class or the lab section before never crosses his mind—it is far too busy with at least one hundred different and more important thoughts.
Chapter 16
Western Mountains
Government Work Camp
The day seems to be like many before it. William stands before his station, carefully bending and twisting the strips and tubes that the machine on his right feeds him. After a few mistakes and hasty corrections the first day, he has managed to get the hang of the process. Sometimes he completes the bend quickly, and he can take a few seconds break and look around himself. There hasn’t really been a change in the past few weeks since his starting to work in the factory. After arriving in this place, tucked away in some high and arid alpine valley, sheltered from the prying eyes of the media, his life has been simple. The almost comforting twelve hours of work, followed by the three hours of physical training, and finally crashing onto a hard cot to sleep for what remains of the day has been a satisfying way to pass the time. In truth, he hasn’t really given what most would call imprisonment much thought, though to say that he has given anything much thought would be an understatement. His mind has been coasting, allowing thoughts to float across it and on to wherever they belong. He has been content to follow orders and keep from getting noticed.
All that, of course, had been before this morning. He is just far enough into the day that the rhythm of the machines have taken hold, but not so far that he is too tired to spare any energy, when he manages to look up for a few seconds.
Not two stations away, through the steam and haze generated by another machine, he catches a glimpse of the most beautiful thing that he has ever seen. She has grease smudged across her olive skin, making her pronounced, yet delicate, cheekbones and nose all the more striking. Her black hair is turned all the blacker by the sweat that makes her skin glisten.
He stares. He stares so intently that everyone should notice, yet the room remains as noisy and productive as ever. Despite his preoccupation with this wonder of natural beauty, his subconscious manages to respond as the next strip of metal arrives.
The fluidity of her movements, pulling sheets of thick steel plating towards her and installing mounting brackets, makes it seem as if the world is moving in slow motion. A lock of her hair slides around towards the front of her face, and without slowing her other movements, she brushes it back towards its fellows. William is still staring. She glances up, her eyes lock with William’s, and something clicks for him. Some piece that he hadn’t even known existed has fallen into place, completing a circuit. Suddenly his life has meaning beyond
Jon doesn't even need to see his face to know what his happening: This man's charm is enough to win most girls in a matter of minutes. Sara, judging by her expression, is no exception. She sits back and re-crosses her legs before saying:
“Don't worry about that... I think I just figured it out. Jon pointed out where I needed to take it,” she says, all without breaking eye contact with Ryan. “But now I am distracted from it, perhaps you could escort me down to this protest thing you were talking about.”
Her own eyes are twinkling with just as much mischief as Ryan's, and as she gathers up her stuff, Jon can't help but think that his friend may have just met his match. Unlike some of the ladies his friend spends time with, Sara seems to be fully aware of his game but is interested in raising the stakes instead of simply playing along. Such a collision of titans may just be interesting to watch. They both dismount from their seats and leave, Ryan allowing her to step out first before looking back over his shoulder with a wink.
Jon allows himself a smile and a small chuckle before diving back into the work from which he had been interrupted. The thought of why he had never noticed Sara in class or the lab section before never crosses his mind—it is far too busy with at least one hundred different and more important thoughts.
Chapter 16
Western Mountains
Government Work Camp
The day seems to be like many before it. William stands before his station, carefully bending and twisting the strips and tubes that the machine on his right feeds him. After a few mistakes and hasty corrections the first day, he has managed to get the hang of the process. Sometimes he completes the bend quickly, and he can take a few seconds break and look around himself. There hasn’t really been a change in the past few weeks since his starting to work in the factory. After arriving in this place, tucked away in some high and arid alpine valley, sheltered from the prying eyes of the media, his life has been simple. The almost comforting twelve hours of work, followed by the three hours of physical training, and finally crashing onto a hard cot to sleep for what remains of the day has been a satisfying way to pass the time. In truth, he hasn’t really given what most would call imprisonment much thought, though to say that he has given anything much thought would be an understatement. His mind has been coasting, allowing thoughts to float across it and on to wherever they belong. He has been content to follow orders and keep from getting noticed.
All that, of course, had been before this morning. He is just far enough into the day that the rhythm of the machines have taken hold, but not so far that he is too tired to spare any energy, when he manages to look up for a few seconds.
Not two stations away, through the steam and haze generated by another machine, he catches a glimpse of the most beautiful thing that he has ever seen. She has grease smudged across her olive skin, making her pronounced, yet delicate, cheekbones and nose all the more striking. Her black hair is turned all the blacker by the sweat that makes her skin glisten.
He stares. He stares so intently that everyone should notice, yet the room remains as noisy and productive as ever. Despite his preoccupation with this wonder of natural beauty, his subconscious manages to respond as the next strip of metal arrives.
The fluidity of her movements, pulling sheets of thick steel plating towards her and installing mounting brackets, makes it seem as if the world is moving in slow motion. A lock of her hair slides around towards the front of her face, and without slowing her other movements, she brushes it back towards its fellows. William is still staring. She glances up, her eyes lock with William’s, and something clicks for him. Some piece that he hadn’t even known existed has fallen into place, completing a circuit. Suddenly his life has meaning beyond
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