panthers.”
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m talking
to the president, and his aide, Marshall, said that you should believe him.
Warren said he’s going to call you right now.”
Khan’s phone rang and he nearly had a
heart attack. When he answered, he was surprised by the laughter.
“She most certainly talked to me, both
of us. How the hell is she able to do that?” Khan told him he didn’t know. “Well
I got to tell you, it’ll be damned helpful to me if I could borrow her for
special occasions. Could help me work out a great many deals with others, if
you know what I mean.”
Khan nodded. “I guess it would. I had no
idea that anyone could do that.” Khan took her hand and realized how cold it
was. He kissed it and smiled at her, but in truth, he was afraid for her. People
would kill her for what she could do.
After ending the call with Warren, they
all cleaned up the kitchen. Monica was quiet, but the boys more than made up
for the lack of responses from her. He knew they had heard what had happened,
but they’d not said anything. When they left the kitchen, thanking her for
cooking for them, she sat down.
“Am I in trouble? Because if I am, I
want to know right now.” She pounded her fists on the table. “Right now, Khan.”
“Why on earth would you be in trouble? I
mean, I’m afraid for you. If someone, another species, finds out you can listen
in on the conversations that are for their packs or groups, they may get a tad
pissy, but you’re not in trouble.”
“Then tell me why I can do this. I want
to know why you looked so…ashamed of me because I could talk to Warren.”
“Ashamed? Of you? Never. Christ, what I
wouldn’t give to know what someone I’m talking to is thinking. If they are
planning an attack or if they have five hundred of their kind on my porch. But
ashamed? No, I love you.” He kneeled down in front of her. “You are so
wonderful and special to me that I can’t help but be mesmerized by you every time
I look at you.”
She laughed. “Okay, that was a little
over the top. Good, but too much.”
He kissed her. “I’m working on it. Bear
with me, okay?”
Chapter Ten
Dylan sat in the kitchen. He’d been
traveling all day and he was tired. He had to drive back tonight too, as he had
class in the morning. But when Reed had called him, he knew it was important to
Khan and Monica that he make the trip. When the pretty little maid told him
that Mr. Khan and Miss Monica were on their way, she winked at him. Dylan,
never one to pass up a chance to get laid, winked back.
When they both walked in, he stood up. The
girl had certainly changed from the last time he’d seen her. He nodded to her,
then shook her hand and hugged Khan. They had their differences and plenty of
them, but they were brothers first and foremost.
“I thought you couldn’t get away.” Dylan
nodded at Khan’s statement. “But you drove all the way up here when you could
have flown with us.”
“So I did. I have to talk to you both.
It’s important.” When the maid left the room, Dylan leaned in his chair to
watch her walk away. He sure loved a woman’s ass. When Khan cleared his throat
and Monica giggled, he sat up.
“What couldn’t be done over the phone,
Dylan? It’s four in the morning. And I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but
someone is trying to kill my mate.”
Dylan had heard, but that wasn’t why he
was here. “Reed called me last night. I wanted to talk to you about a couple of
things.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a scroll. “It’s very old, so be
careful with it. Mom doesn’t know I have it.”
“Good thing too. She’d kill you. What
the hell are you doing with the family tree? And the original one at that.” Khan
touched it gently. Dylan didn’t blame him. It was as old as their race was.
“I needed to show you something. Mostly
Monica, but I wanted you to see this.” He pointed to the name of a person that
had been born and had died
“I don’t know what you mean. I’m talking
to the president, and his aide, Marshall, said that you should believe him.
Warren said he’s going to call you right now.”
Khan’s phone rang and he nearly had a
heart attack. When he answered, he was surprised by the laughter.
“She most certainly talked to me, both
of us. How the hell is she able to do that?” Khan told him he didn’t know. “Well
I got to tell you, it’ll be damned helpful to me if I could borrow her for
special occasions. Could help me work out a great many deals with others, if
you know what I mean.”
Khan nodded. “I guess it would. I had no
idea that anyone could do that.” Khan took her hand and realized how cold it
was. He kissed it and smiled at her, but in truth, he was afraid for her. People
would kill her for what she could do.
After ending the call with Warren, they
all cleaned up the kitchen. Monica was quiet, but the boys more than made up
for the lack of responses from her. He knew they had heard what had happened,
but they’d not said anything. When they left the kitchen, thanking her for
cooking for them, she sat down.
“Am I in trouble? Because if I am, I
want to know right now.” She pounded her fists on the table. “Right now, Khan.”
“Why on earth would you be in trouble? I
mean, I’m afraid for you. If someone, another species, finds out you can listen
in on the conversations that are for their packs or groups, they may get a tad
pissy, but you’re not in trouble.”
“Then tell me why I can do this. I want
to know why you looked so…ashamed of me because I could talk to Warren.”
“Ashamed? Of you? Never. Christ, what I
wouldn’t give to know what someone I’m talking to is thinking. If they are
planning an attack or if they have five hundred of their kind on my porch. But
ashamed? No, I love you.” He kneeled down in front of her. “You are so
wonderful and special to me that I can’t help but be mesmerized by you every time
I look at you.”
She laughed. “Okay, that was a little
over the top. Good, but too much.”
He kissed her. “I’m working on it. Bear
with me, okay?”
Chapter Ten
Dylan sat in the kitchen. He’d been
traveling all day and he was tired. He had to drive back tonight too, as he had
class in the morning. But when Reed had called him, he knew it was important to
Khan and Monica that he make the trip. When the pretty little maid told him
that Mr. Khan and Miss Monica were on their way, she winked at him. Dylan,
never one to pass up a chance to get laid, winked back.
When they both walked in, he stood up. The
girl had certainly changed from the last time he’d seen her. He nodded to her,
then shook her hand and hugged Khan. They had their differences and plenty of
them, but they were brothers first and foremost.
“I thought you couldn’t get away.” Dylan
nodded at Khan’s statement. “But you drove all the way up here when you could
have flown with us.”
“So I did. I have to talk to you both.
It’s important.” When the maid left the room, Dylan leaned in his chair to
watch her walk away. He sure loved a woman’s ass. When Khan cleared his throat
and Monica giggled, he sat up.
“What couldn’t be done over the phone,
Dylan? It’s four in the morning. And I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but
someone is trying to kill my mate.”
Dylan had heard, but that wasn’t why he
was here. “Reed called me last night. I wanted to talk to you about a couple of
things.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a scroll. “It’s very old, so be
careful with it. Mom doesn’t know I have it.”
“Good thing too. She’d kill you. What
the hell are you doing with the family tree? And the original one at that.” Khan
touched it gently. Dylan didn’t blame him. It was as old as their race was.
“I needed to show you something. Mostly
Monica, but I wanted you to see this.” He pointed to the name of a person that
had been born and had died
Similar Books
