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happened to him, do you?”
He looked her directly in the face and answered the only way he truly felt comfortable.
“I think it is not outside the realm of possibility.” He could immediately see the distress and anguish that his response caused and he hastened to add, “Don’t jump to conclusions just yet. He may well have gone out of town on business. We need to check out all avenues and leads at this stage. My team are working on it now.”
Bray watched the physical transformation as the anger evaporated into the defeat of the gut-wrenching concern and fear. She slumped in the chair beside him and vacantly looked at the table without really focusing. Tears started to stream down her face and he knew that all the fear and uncertainty of last night had returned in spades.
Without thinking, he pushed her chair out from the table and hauled her into his lap, where he cradled her head against the junction of his chest and shoulder. He could feel the sobs wrack through her body again. If she stayed like this for an hour, he wouldn’t blame her. He understood how important family was and she obviously cared deeply about her father. He started to stroke her hair back from her forehead in a comforting manner, almost like a parent would a child. It must have helped because after a couple of minutes, her sobbing lessened and she lifted her tear-streaked face. The salty tears still clung to the ultra-long eyelashes framing her amazing hazel eyes.
“So what is going to happen now?” she asked. By all accounts, that was the most obvious question but Bray couldn’t help but be impressed she had asked it straight up.
“Well, I think we should go check out your place and see what we can find.”
“Okay.” She looked down at the tear-streaked T-shirt. “I guess I’ll go get changed.”
With that, she lithely rose and disappeared into the house. Bray turned and let out a huge breath that he didn’t realise he had been holding. It was his best defence against the amazing aroma of her body. He only had to be within ten paces of her and his animal senses went nuts. His animal senses were exactly that—animal—and his desire to mate and conquer was foremost in his mind at the moment. His very human training and brain won out as he removed his sleek cell phone from his pocket. He dialled a number saved into speed dial.
The call was answered on the first ring.
“Morning, Stud,” said the silky smooth voice of the female on the other end. Bray ignored the obvious innuendo and cheerfully responded, “Happy New Year to you, and I’ve definitely found the one.” He was referring to the assignment. Only when he realised the pause on the other end did he consider the unintentional double meaning of his words.
“Really—you sure?”
He was in this deep; he might as well play along. “Absolutely, as sure as I am the sun will rise tomorrow somewhere in the world.”
“What is your current plan?” he was asked in a slightly amused but very edgy voice.
“Going to check out the residence of Rihanna Mason. I’ll check in from there depending upon what I find.”
“Roger.” The line went dead.
Oh well, guess it was going to happen sooner or later. Maybe she was the one but it was odds on it would all be one-sided when she found out what he was truly like. He wondered for a second whether he could hide his animal traits? Wondered whether she would not notice them? Bray gave himself a mental slap—don’t be so dumb or naïve! As soon as she found out, she would run a mile. He might have a pretty face and a body that women went nuts for but he’d discovered that generally didn’t compensate enough for all the other bizarre and often unnerving characteristics he had.
He had learnt early in his life about how cruel people could be if you were different. He’d also learnt to mask his abilities but sometimes things slipped. It was the repulsion and rejection that truly hurt. As he’d got older and joined the Centre,
He looked her directly in the face and answered the only way he truly felt comfortable.
“I think it is not outside the realm of possibility.” He could immediately see the distress and anguish that his response caused and he hastened to add, “Don’t jump to conclusions just yet. He may well have gone out of town on business. We need to check out all avenues and leads at this stage. My team are working on it now.”
Bray watched the physical transformation as the anger evaporated into the defeat of the gut-wrenching concern and fear. She slumped in the chair beside him and vacantly looked at the table without really focusing. Tears started to stream down her face and he knew that all the fear and uncertainty of last night had returned in spades.
Without thinking, he pushed her chair out from the table and hauled her into his lap, where he cradled her head against the junction of his chest and shoulder. He could feel the sobs wrack through her body again. If she stayed like this for an hour, he wouldn’t blame her. He understood how important family was and she obviously cared deeply about her father. He started to stroke her hair back from her forehead in a comforting manner, almost like a parent would a child. It must have helped because after a couple of minutes, her sobbing lessened and she lifted her tear-streaked face. The salty tears still clung to the ultra-long eyelashes framing her amazing hazel eyes.
“So what is going to happen now?” she asked. By all accounts, that was the most obvious question but Bray couldn’t help but be impressed she had asked it straight up.
“Well, I think we should go check out your place and see what we can find.”
“Okay.” She looked down at the tear-streaked T-shirt. “I guess I’ll go get changed.”
With that, she lithely rose and disappeared into the house. Bray turned and let out a huge breath that he didn’t realise he had been holding. It was his best defence against the amazing aroma of her body. He only had to be within ten paces of her and his animal senses went nuts. His animal senses were exactly that—animal—and his desire to mate and conquer was foremost in his mind at the moment. His very human training and brain won out as he removed his sleek cell phone from his pocket. He dialled a number saved into speed dial.
The call was answered on the first ring.
“Morning, Stud,” said the silky smooth voice of the female on the other end. Bray ignored the obvious innuendo and cheerfully responded, “Happy New Year to you, and I’ve definitely found the one.” He was referring to the assignment. Only when he realised the pause on the other end did he consider the unintentional double meaning of his words.
“Really—you sure?”
He was in this deep; he might as well play along. “Absolutely, as sure as I am the sun will rise tomorrow somewhere in the world.”
“What is your current plan?” he was asked in a slightly amused but very edgy voice.
“Going to check out the residence of Rihanna Mason. I’ll check in from there depending upon what I find.”
“Roger.” The line went dead.
Oh well, guess it was going to happen sooner or later. Maybe she was the one but it was odds on it would all be one-sided when she found out what he was truly like. He wondered for a second whether he could hide his animal traits? Wondered whether she would not notice them? Bray gave himself a mental slap—don’t be so dumb or naïve! As soon as she found out, she would run a mile. He might have a pretty face and a body that women went nuts for but he’d discovered that generally didn’t compensate enough for all the other bizarre and often unnerving characteristics he had.
He had learnt early in his life about how cruel people could be if you were different. He’d also learnt to mask his abilities but sometimes things slipped. It was the repulsion and rejection that truly hurt. As he’d got older and joined the Centre,
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