Warrior Reborn

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Authors: KH LeMoyne
Tags: Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal
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woman was attractive with her sleek hair, dark red lipstick, and professionally done nails, but he felt nothing. Not even a spark. He’d given up playing for entertainment value decades ago.
    “Must have left my phone in the lab.” Briet was still patting through her tiny purse as if the phone would magically appear.
    “Handy. Hard to get the message I left for you if you never have the phone with you.” He dug into his pocket and plunked a cell phone on the table by his sister’s hand with a look.
    “I left it at home?”
    Her question was more hopeful than it should have been. She knew damn well she hadn’t left it at home.
    “No. A Good Samaritan found the phone on a table in the coffee shop in your lab building. They called the first number. Me.”
    “Ah, hmm, well.” She slid the phone into her purse with a tiny tap and a quick smile.
    Oh, no. Not that easy, sis . Ansgar turned to Briet’s companion. “Sheri, I'll bet you have your phone with you?”
    “Of course, I wouldn’t—” Sheri stopped, pursed her lips, and quickly slid her gaze away.
    “No. You would probably worry about patients who needed to reach you, family members. Or heaven forbid, if you were in trouble it might come in handy?”
    “Stop. I give up.” Briet put her hand on his arm. “I will keep better track of the phone. I will call you later today. I promise.”
    “Thank you.” He leaned in, kissed Briet’s forehead, and stood up. “It was nice meeting you Sheri. I’ll leave you ladies to your lunch.”
    Briet watched her brother cut a path through the crowd and disappear out the door.
    “Your brother seems very concerned about you?”
    “He’s protective. Our parents died when we were young. Sometimes he thinks he's my father.”
    Sheri’s smile widened appreciatively. “He’s a young looking father.”
    Briet bit her lip to keep from laughing. Now she knew why Ansgar had left so quickly.
     
    ***
     
    “I don’t think Davis Randall’s up to an interview.” Sandy Rasmerson’s normally perky voice was subdued to a whisper. Jason gave a quick glance over his shoulder to gauge the reason for her concern.
    “The shy one?”
    She nodded and lifted one shoulder.
    “Don’t worry about it and don’t let anyone pressure him. It’s not a big deal.” His words drifted off as he turned back to the crew of two people handling the taping and interview of Mario Sanchez. The questions and process had been smooth up until a second ago. Jason had missed the question, but whatever it was, Mario was upset. Not good.
    “Hey, can we take a break for a few minutes?” Jason's look stopped Danielle Fry in mid-sentence. The public relations representative Welson had sent to interview the children gave a not-so-discrete glance toward the clock on the wall, but nodded. The cinematographer, Ed, started to move by and Jason tapped him on the arm. “Those last questions?”
    The man faced away from the boy, pretending to fiddle with his video camera. “About the kid’s family, brothers, and sisters. Got him kind of homesick.”
    Jason pursed his lips. He’d expected a little more compassion for these interviews, but everybody had pressures and deadlines. “You going out to the lobby with Dani?” He got a nod back. He guessed from the smell of their clothes and the look of the man’s fingers, they were both headed for smoke breaks. “Do you have time to finish up here?”
    “I’m good for the rest of the afternoon.”
    “Good, let Dani know I appreciate her coming here, but if she’s got another appointment, I’ll pick up the last two interviews.”
    “Will do.”
    Grabbing a rolling stool, Jason sat down by Mario. The kid had retracted like a turtle, his head down, shoulders hunched, fiddling with two wooden chess pieces clenched tight in his hands. Layers of blond and dark wood swirled in the carvings of the rook and knight. No amount of rubbing would stop this kid’s misery.
    “You play chess, Mario?”
    The boy nodded,

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