nothing left but time.”
“Nay. Padon be free. Mi duty here be done. Angels call mi
home. Time draws near for mi ta join them in the garden.”
Jasper was leaving. Lynn opened her mouth to ask more
questions about the afterlife and how to make contact, but swallowed her
selfish thirst for knowledge. Now was not the time to ply Jasper for information
he had avoided giving earlier. He needed closure and she planned to make sure
he got it before he crossed over.
“Now I think I understand the part of your riddle about the
quiet son.” Lynn changed the subject, trying to uplift Jasper’s spirits. If he didn’t
have long to linger, she wanted to make his last hours here enjoyable and she
couldn’t do that without Padon’s participation.
Jasper snorted. “Aye. Padon never be one ta talk about his
troubles. He held them close ta the heart.”
“I can see that. But I think he’s had time enough to mull it
over. Let’s see if we can convince him to talk.” Lynn’s patience had worn thin.
Sitting around watching Padon and Jasper avoid each other hadn’t been fun. It
tore her up inside knowing what she did about Jasper’s feelings. She didn’t
wait for Jasper’s reply. It was lost in the air behind her. That Jasper didn’t
have much time meant Padon’s brooding session was over in her book.
His friend had sacrificed a lot and Padon owed him more than
he could ever repay. So she planned to make sure Jasper got his chance to speak
his heart before passing over into the Garden of Angels. Lord knew she carried
heaviness in her heart for Eddie. She understood how it drained the soul having
unspoken words gnawing at your every waking moment. Lynn paused, closed her
eyes for a second, shoving her own needs aside, and focused on Jasper. He
deserved more from Padon. Her resolve reset, she opened her eyes and forged
ahead.
Lynn returned to the main opening of the cave and found
Padon sitting near the entrance, staring into the night. The storm had surged
into a powerful hurricane-sized force, sending blinding rain, hail and a strong
wind whipping into the first few feet of the cave. The flames flickered and
hissed as raindrops and wind made contact. He turned his gaze to her, staring
at her across his shoulder. Lightning flashed, outlining him in a split-second
iridescent glow, making him look fierce and angry against the stormy
background.
Damn. He looked sexy. Raw emotion filled his gaze as he
turned to face her. She read anger mixed with confusion, which she wished she
could wash away like the rain did to everything outside. His rain-slicked skin
had her wanting to stand beside him, touching his flesh, gliding her hands over
every soaked inch. Hair hanging loose and wet blew around his face, making him
look wildly uncontrollable. His muscles glistened in the firelight. Lightning
bolts highlighting him added an edge of fierceness to his overall appearance.
If he’d had his sword in hand, he’d make an even more wicked-looking warrior.
Lynn’s nipples hardened and desire bloomed.
Lowering her eyes weakened her knees. Padon stood naked. It
was visibly apparent the cold rain did not affect his manhood. She swallowed,
grasping for the reins on her lust buggy. He wasn’t making this easy. Not with
a delicious hard-on pointed straight at her.
Think Jasper.
That helped a little. Keeping her thoughts on Jasper took a
slight nip in her hunger for Padon, but didn’t douse it completely.
Think Eddie. Thinking of him helped cool her libido
even more as guilt churned back to the surface. Her chest tightened and she
swallowed against the rush of nerves building the dam in her throat. Eddie was
the love of her life. This trip was supposed to be the culmination of their
paranormal experiences. Not her sampling the fruits of the first ancient
Scotsman trapped by a supernatural curse that she happened to come across.
Looking at Padon, she doubted anything would ever succeed at
killing the exquisitely sexual thoughts he seemed
“Nay. Padon be free. Mi duty here be done. Angels call mi
home. Time draws near for mi ta join them in the garden.”
Jasper was leaving. Lynn opened her mouth to ask more
questions about the afterlife and how to make contact, but swallowed her
selfish thirst for knowledge. Now was not the time to ply Jasper for information
he had avoided giving earlier. He needed closure and she planned to make sure
he got it before he crossed over.
“Now I think I understand the part of your riddle about the
quiet son.” Lynn changed the subject, trying to uplift Jasper’s spirits. If he didn’t
have long to linger, she wanted to make his last hours here enjoyable and she
couldn’t do that without Padon’s participation.
Jasper snorted. “Aye. Padon never be one ta talk about his
troubles. He held them close ta the heart.”
“I can see that. But I think he’s had time enough to mull it
over. Let’s see if we can convince him to talk.” Lynn’s patience had worn thin.
Sitting around watching Padon and Jasper avoid each other hadn’t been fun. It
tore her up inside knowing what she did about Jasper’s feelings. She didn’t
wait for Jasper’s reply. It was lost in the air behind her. That Jasper didn’t
have much time meant Padon’s brooding session was over in her book.
His friend had sacrificed a lot and Padon owed him more than
he could ever repay. So she planned to make sure Jasper got his chance to speak
his heart before passing over into the Garden of Angels. Lord knew she carried
heaviness in her heart for Eddie. She understood how it drained the soul having
unspoken words gnawing at your every waking moment. Lynn paused, closed her
eyes for a second, shoving her own needs aside, and focused on Jasper. He
deserved more from Padon. Her resolve reset, she opened her eyes and forged
ahead.
Lynn returned to the main opening of the cave and found
Padon sitting near the entrance, staring into the night. The storm had surged
into a powerful hurricane-sized force, sending blinding rain, hail and a strong
wind whipping into the first few feet of the cave. The flames flickered and
hissed as raindrops and wind made contact. He turned his gaze to her, staring
at her across his shoulder. Lightning flashed, outlining him in a split-second
iridescent glow, making him look fierce and angry against the stormy
background.
Damn. He looked sexy. Raw emotion filled his gaze as he
turned to face her. She read anger mixed with confusion, which she wished she
could wash away like the rain did to everything outside. His rain-slicked skin
had her wanting to stand beside him, touching his flesh, gliding her hands over
every soaked inch. Hair hanging loose and wet blew around his face, making him
look wildly uncontrollable. His muscles glistened in the firelight. Lightning
bolts highlighting him added an edge of fierceness to his overall appearance.
If he’d had his sword in hand, he’d make an even more wicked-looking warrior.
Lynn’s nipples hardened and desire bloomed.
Lowering her eyes weakened her knees. Padon stood naked. It
was visibly apparent the cold rain did not affect his manhood. She swallowed,
grasping for the reins on her lust buggy. He wasn’t making this easy. Not with
a delicious hard-on pointed straight at her.
Think Jasper.
That helped a little. Keeping her thoughts on Jasper took a
slight nip in her hunger for Padon, but didn’t douse it completely.
Think Eddie. Thinking of him helped cool her libido
even more as guilt churned back to the surface. Her chest tightened and she
swallowed against the rush of nerves building the dam in her throat. Eddie was
the love of her life. This trip was supposed to be the culmination of their
paranormal experiences. Not her sampling the fruits of the first ancient
Scotsman trapped by a supernatural curse that she happened to come across.
Looking at Padon, she doubted anything would ever succeed at
killing the exquisitely sexual thoughts he seemed
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