Revealed by April Zyon Page B

And
you can pull in on the military contracts that are with the Jensen Corp so that
you could get more than just yourselves for protection. Maybe fencing, guard
towers, and such?” She knew she was getting ahead of herself. “Perhaps hiring
in people to protect the fences?” Another yawn. “Did I get more drugs?” Her
words were now sluggish and low, quiet as she dropped closer to sleep.
    “We don’t need
fences, or towers,” he said with a chuckle. “You did get more drugs. Just
something to let you relax enough for sleep. There are some painkillers in
there too. But they’re beginning to wean you off now. No more drugs for sleep
after tomorrow.”
    She yawned
again. “Thank you for sleeping with me. If someone tries to give you trouble,
tell them to bugger off, that I need you.” She was petting him now. “Rest well,
my guardian.”
    He pressed
another kiss to her skin, his arm rubbing lightly over her back. “Let go and
sleep now. Tomorrow is another day, and I plan on kidnapping you in a
wheelchair to show a little of your new home.”
    “Good.” She
nodded. Being in her lover’s arms, she fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Eight
     
    “This is our
suite,” he said, pushing a door open. All morning Hector had shown her around
the large mountain base the guardians called home. It was massive, unbelievably
detail-oriented, homey feeling, and exceptionally well protected.
    He wheeled her
into a room that looked like any high-end loft one would find in a big city.
High ceilings—though these were of stone—wide-open spaces, and clean lines for
all the furniture. There was no clutter at all, which was odd for a single man,
but it was also very warm and inviting. Rich earthy tones with splashes of
blues and golds to give it some color. Hardwood floors. Screens on the walls
showed images of the outdoors.
    According to
what she’d learned during their tour, they’d put the screens in recently, and
they were all synced up to whatever the warrior occupying the spaces preferred.
In Hector’s case, it was a big sun-filled field of wild grasses and flowers
with a forest in the distance.
    “This is
beautiful,” she breathed with wide eyes. “Fabulous.” It called to her very
soul. With his help, she got out of the wheelchair to look around.
    “Your rooms are
perfect. Everything in here seems to call out to me. I love it.” She touched the
desk. “The wood is warm.”
    “We renovated
all the personal suites a few years ago, so we installed in-floor heating. I
used to have large area rugs because of the chill to the floors. Thankfully,
technology finally got to a point where they weren’t necessary anymore beyond
design. I left a couple in the bedroom because I’m used to the feel of a rug
under my feet when I get out of bed.”
    He supported her
as they walked slowly through the space. He took her to look in the modern
kitchen first before leading her down a hall to a half bath, a guest room, an
office, then the master bedroom and bath.
    She smiled.
“It’s beautiful. The bed dominates the space as only a bed should.” It was
massive, the expanse of it inviting. “Show me to the bathroom, and then maybe you
can wheel me up to the top of the mountain too?” Because if they climbed into
that bed, she knew she would want him naked with her.
    Nodding, he
guided her to the bathroom and eased her onto the toilet. “Should I step out?”
he asked. “I will if you promise to call for me as soon as you’re done. You
can’t strain yourself or you’ll be back in the medical bay, and they’ll likely
ban me.”
    “Don’t worry—all
I need to do is pee.” She pushed him toward the door. “Now go. I’m a shy potty
person,” she teased with a grin. “Besides, this way I get to look around.”
    He pinned her
with a look before giving her another nod. “Fine,” he said softly. “I’ll be
just outside the door. But as soon as you’re done, before you wash your hands,
call for me.” When she waved him