securing it around her neck, tucking the glowing crystal into her form-fitting jumpsuit so it wouldn’t be seen. It was up to her whether or not she’d tell her people about this “Home Crystal” thing. He kissed her cheek and she returned the gesture with an odd light in her eyes.
“Thank you for keeping your end of our bargain, Justin O Hara. I will keep mine. On this you have my word.” She bowed her head once to him and left the room without a backward glance.
“I hope like hell I can trust you, Mara,” Justin mumbled as he surveyed the wreck of the bed and double-checked to make sure he had all his belongings. With a mental nudge to Mick, who was next door, he rolled the Harley out of the room and started her up. He knew Mick
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would watch his back to be sure he wasn’t followed, then make his own way home to the ranch.
It felt good to have his brother watching his back. They’d always been close, but in the years since the cataclysm, they’d worked together as a team, struggling to keep the family safe and to survive in the Waste. It hadn’t been easy. At first, they’d had to struggle to set up the herds and crops. They’d had bad years, but they’d worked together and overcome not only the elements, but also the criminals who’d tried to harm them every now and again.
The Waste was not a safe place. At first, the challenges had come every few weeks, but after a year or two, as the Earth settled, so did the people who were left. Plus, the O’Hara brothers had learned to work together to defend their home. They’d all taken pointers from him on how to work as a military unit. Justin counted himself doubly blessed to have received the best military training the old world had to offer, and to be able to use it to defend his family in this brave new world.
Only recently, the strain had become too great. The brothers hadn’t been in any life or death situations lately and they’d grown lax. That would be remedied now the aliens were coming. Justin only prayed they were equal to the task. He also knew they’d been sidetracked by the mounting frustration that came from having Jane around all the time and no ready sexual outlet available to work off their own steam. It was all fine for Caleb. He had Jane. But Mick and Justin had been getting desperate and that made them irritable. Irritable, sexually frustrated men didn’t make the most reliable or reasonable defense force.
They’d have to fix that somehow. The time was coming when they’d probably have to defend their home and family again if Caleb’s visions were accurate—and they always were.
Justin set off for the ranch, thoughts of the future heavy in his mind.
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“I’m glad you’re back safe.” Caleb greeted him as he pulled the Harley into his small garage. Justin was bone tired, but the frustration he’d been feeling for months was mercifully dulled. He’d enjoyed the hot pussy he was presented with, but it was just sex as far as he was concerned. It hadn’t meant much to him or to the emotionally cold woman who’d chosen him to impregnate her.
But he had to believe it had been worth it. He’d gotten his rocks off, and he’d bartered his sperm for the security of his family.
“Three days. As ordered, sir.” Justin eased his harsh words with a slow grin of the sexually satisfied.
“Now I know just how obnoxious I look every morning,” Caleb muttered, slapping his brother on the back. “I want to hear everything you learned, but I think first you need a nap.” Justin laughed as they headed back to the big house. “The short of it is, we’re safe from the aliens for now. Mara’s most likely pregnant with my child and in exchange for my sperm, she leaves all of us in peace when her people invade the area.”
“Good God! I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” Caleb was grim.
Justin turned on him quietly, his eyes growing somber. “You knew about this? You knew and you didn’t warn
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