Wait for Me by Cora Blu

dying grass and he lost his attention on Kenya stepping through the grass on the berm. His woman had better not betray him. 
    “How about any family?”
    “Her sister favors her, same nose with a darker complexion, but Morgan doesn’t support Kenya. I don’t believe she knows where Kenya is staying if she cared enough to even ask.” He paused. “Was the woman older? Maybe her mother or aunt? They were concerned with her coming on this trip. It bothered her they hadn’t backed her but she's never had their support, not her sibling's.”
    “I’ll call Andrew to get more details.”
    “Check with the front desk manager and get names of everyone checking in over the last twenty-four hours. Whoever she is, the woman had to check in to be on the grounds.”
    “Brian drives his guest directly to his cabin, could be any woman."
    That was nothing new. No love lost between his parents from what he’s been told, his parents were divorced before they got married. Brian had never like Sophie and Sophie despised Brian. But to bring the families land and possessions together the neighbors wrote up a marriage contract. 
    “All right, let me know what you find out in the morning,” Jonathan ordered.
    He watched his cousin walked down the crooked path around the lake until he disappeared behind the trees. Turning his attention to the shapely form at the top of the hill, he eased up behind Kenya wrapping his arms around her waist.
    “Ready?”
    “Everything okay?” she said, turning in his arms.
    “It will be, don’t worry about it,” he urged before kissing her mouth. He led her up the berm. “Come over here and slip on one of these gloves.” They walked over to where his falcon's handler was exercising his bird and slipped the long leather glove up her arm to protect it from the sharp talons.
    His prized bird, Red, swooped low then arched up anticipating the signal to land. Kenya’s body trembled the closer the bird came to landing on her arm and pride coursed through him. She held her ground on the ridiculously high heels. 
    "Oh Lord, he's humongous, Jonathan, he'll break my arm."
    Cuddling in closer, he braced his right arm under hers clasping her forearm in the leather glove. Crowding her hips, Jonathan cradled her between his legs.
    “ Mo Ru’n , he’s smaller than an American eagle.”
    “We’re not in America and that’s not an eagle looking to land on my arm, Blakemore. From this angle that falcon looks like a 747 with talons.”
    "Be still.” He grinned, brushing a kiss over her face. “He's a bird of prey, he'll carry you away, babe," Jonathan teased.
    Kenya flinched, eyes wide and he couldn’t help laughing at his woman. “Great day in the morning, Jonathan! If he poops on me, you are so sleeping alone tonight…after you wash my hair.”
    Red, his falcon, made a few passes overhead before his talons splayed out preparing to land. Kenya angled her face into his chest as the bird landed on her arm, had him laughing in her hair, something he was doing more and more of since meeting this woman.
    "What's so funny, Blakemore? You said he'd carry me off. That's not funny, Jonathan," she berated, shaking her arm after he placed the bird on the perch.
    "You don’t believe—"
    "Of course not, just hurry and put the cap on him, so he's not freaked out."
    "What do you know about—?"
    "I know covering the eyes of certain predators calms their fight."
    "Impressed, pretty lady,” he said with pride. She enjoyed the outdoors more than he’d imagined.
    “How old were you when you touched your first falcon?” Kenya asked.
    “Five. Learned to call him in at seven. Did you have any pets, Kenya?”
    “No…I was the pet.” She folded her arms under her breast and walking in place as if waiting for a cab to pull up out of nowhere and take her away. What had he opened?
    “You wanna tell me about it?”
    “I guess everyone feels that way when they’re the youngest. Can we walk along the river before we go