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Authors: Suzanne Halliday
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Sanctuary (Family Justice Book 3) (74 page)
Parker came back so fast he plowed right into them. “Oh my god,” he groaned. With a hand covering his eyes he told them, “I just saw my Dad doing a cannonball off the deck. Buck ass naked.”
Lacey giggled. “What?”
More laughter from the pool area rang out and without thinking it through, Angie started fast-walking back to the house. The second she heard the giggling titters she’d known what was going on. It was practically the bane of her existence. Parents who were overtly sexual with one another. But put her parents and Parker’s parents together and what did you get? Shit like this.
Parker caught up with her. “I think I’m going blind,” he muttered.
“Did you see my mother’s um, girls?”
“Baby, it would not be the first time.”
Aargh.
As they approached the back gate to the Villa’s garden, she whirled around and all but jumped on Drae. “I thought you were supposed to be handling everything while Alex is gone.”
Lacey looked stunned at her accusatory tone. She started to say something but Cam put a hand on her arm, and she silently backed down.
Parker snorted at her comment. “Angie. It’s not Drae’s fault that our parents act like bad kids at an exclusive summer camp with no counselors.”
She knew that but gawd! Blaming someone else for her embarrassment was a reflex. “Sorry,” she muttered apologetically.
“Those four are harder to control than fifty hard asses from Quantico.” She shared the frustration heard in Drae’s voice. Lowering his voice to a near whisper, he told them all, “Couple nights ago, I came back to the Villa kind of late.”
Angie noted the way Tori pursed her lips and went rigid at Drae’s words. He must have felt her stiffen because he looked down at her and she could have sworn for a split second they both had the same tense expression, but it vanished just as quickly.
“Anyway, I was grabbing a water from the frig when I heard chatter in the courtyard and decided to hurry and clear out before I interrupted anything.”
Angie almost swatted him when he didn’t finish. “And?” she asked with an exasperated flap of her arms.
Drae looked apologetically at Parker. “I think they were blazing. Either that or burning some interesting sage.”
Lacey, bless her innocent soul looked confused. “Blazing?”
Cam chuckled and gave her a hug. “Yeah, you know. It was a four-twenty moment. Bud stopped by for a visit. They were baking.”
She just looked confused. After a while, everyone started to laugh.
Parker droned, “I hope to god someone’s got a medical card, or I swear…”
“Shhh,” Angie giggled. “Chill, counselor.
Cam hustled his wife away with a comical look. “I’ll explain the finer points of the discussion at hand to my virgin bride.”
Lacey instantly swatted him on the arm. “Hey,” she yelped. “Really?”
“C’mon Ponytail,” he told her with what everyone knew was a suggestive leer. “I think school might be in session. Looks like a lesson in sex, drugs and rock and roll for you.”
Parker laughed and reached for Angie's hand. “Plan B, I think since the pool is occupado. How about we get dressed and check out Brody’s new doggie zone? Gus told me before he headed out that the obstacle course and water feature were in place.”
Angie felt a zing of sadness. Poor Gus. His hands were full with a widowed daughter-in-law and a bunch of grandkids that needed a firm hand. Alex was going to be way bummed that the man he’d relied on for so long to keep the horses and all their cars in tip top shape was forced to leave the compound for good.
Drae grunted. “Gonna miss that old fart. Suppose that’s why Carmen’s been in such a funk. Bad timing. Just when Gus got his romantic act together, he left.”
Tori’s pithy retort shut the conversation down. “Yeah, well, sometimes love blows. Y’know? Carmen’s probably better off anyway. She needs someone who’ll stick around when the going gets tough.”
And with that, the wife of Draegyn St. John stomped away, leaving the three of them standing there gaping at her retreat. What the hell was that all about?
Alex was relaxing on the patio after coming back from a long bike ride with his bride. The month since their Boston wedding was the most idyllic he’d ever known. The surprisingly modern and quaintly picturesque finca turned out to be the perfect honeymoon spot.
Lazing around, they spent their days as all newlyweds do. Checking out nearby places of interest, eating every weird local delicacy they came across and drank way more wine than seemed humanly possible.
Their primary source of activity? Making love. As his bride reminded him over dinner just last night, they fucked around-the-clock and were surely setting some sort of honeymoon sex record.
Like he was complaining.
When they opted for more traditional forms of healthy exercise, it was long walks, and bike rides through the countryside.
And then there was the cooking. My god but his wife was a phenomenal cook. With their meals at home pretty much handled by Ria and Carmen, she’d had few opportunities to take charge of the kitchen. But here? Here he’d been treated to almost unimaginable meals she was whipping up from scratch. In fact, one of Meghan’s favorite strolls was down the lane into the nearby small town where she picked through produce and questioned everyone from the butcher to the old woman with the dairy cows, who ended up teaching her how to make yogurt. All with Alex playing translator.
Right now, she was throwing together a tapas platter. Perfect timing too since his belly was beginning to wake up. While he waited, Alex reached into his pocket and took out his phone. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t on approach or could see from the window, he pressed the power button and waited for it to fire up.
Meghan lost her shit when he impounded her phone while they were still in Madrid, but he didn’t feel like she left him much choice. The constant emails and picture sharing got out-of-hand right away, and he wasn’t just referring to his wife.
Dylan out and about on horseback riding with his grandmother. Three separate messages were asking for her input with some color swatches. Something from the contractor working on the community center project. He just wasn’t having it so rather than growl and get pissy every time her attention diverted, he took the phone. Case closed.
And so far his decision was a smart one. Without the distractions and noise of their normal day-to-day life, they were freed to focus entirely on each other. Taking care not to be too much of a hard-ass, he’d suggested weekly catch-up calls. Quick ones so she could stay up-to-date with the babies and keep in touch with the girls.
That left him in stealth mode when it came to checking in with Drae. There was shit going on that his wife didn’t need to worry about, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fully in the loop. Not at all.
Pulling up Drae’s morning email, he re-read the amazing follow-up to hearing that Brody’s daughter was finally located. Alex never doubted Cam would find the kid. Not only was he hands down the most proficient and intuitive tracker he’d ever known, the heavy fact that Brody Jensen had a kid he hadn't seen since six months after she was born was also something the man took seriously. In Cam’s book, it was simply unacceptable that the guy was kept from his child. So … he went out and found her.
It was everything that happened after which made him shake his head. The horrific story of the survivalist compound where the little girl lived and how the youngest kids were corralled in pens with little shelter from the elements made Alex want to fucking murder somebody. He could only imagine the hit to Jensen’s soul when he saw that.
There was some happier news stuck together with the bad. The kid’s mother was deceased—not that Tracey being dead was a good thing. It simply was and crying over spilled milk was fruitless. With the lack of a living guardian, and following a DNA test, the authorities concurred that Brody was entitled to full legal custody as the child’s biological parent and closest relative.
It would be great if the story ended happily there but according to Drae’s latest missive, the matter was yet to be fully resolved. Instead of taking the girl straight to Arizona, which is what Alex would have done, Brody returned to Maryland where he was attempting to get control of the situation. By himself. Two thousand miles from the built-in Justice support system.
Luckily though, he wasn’t alone. Alex was delighted to learn Heather was stepping up big time with the girl. But Drae reports that he and Cam weren’t so sure that forcing her hand with a surprise kid was fair.
He couldn’t disagree. And not only that, with Brody starting to make actual set-in-stone plans for relocating in June, he was going to have to let Meghan in on the news. The men agreed not to involve the women until absolutely necessary. Brody had enough shit on his plate without a passel of nesting females weighing in. He and Heather needed time and space to figure out what’s right for them.
Still. Meghan was going to freak the fuck out when she learned that there’d be a kindergarten age kid in Family Justice when they got back to the States. And a girl too! That was a good thing though because so far they had a shortage of girls in the next generation.
Which of course brought his thoughts round again to one that was rarely far from his mind. Making a baby with his Goddess-Wife. Suddenly, he started conjuring up what their future daughter would look like. Maybe she’d have her mother’s incredible head of hair. That would be way cool. He doubted though with their gene pool that Meghan’s green eyes would get passed on, but it was a splendid thought nonetheless.
His musings were interrupted when his sexy wife hollered from the kitchen window. “Husband. Oh, lord and master,” she teasingly drawled. “Is it relax on the patio or naked tapas in the kitchen?”
Naked tapas in the kitchen? Well fuck. He liked the sound of that. Taking his insatiable wife as he bent her over the rustic wood table they ate off of was practically his new favorite pastime. And he especially liked when she wore an apron. Just an apron that left her delicious ass bare. After all, the sexy ink on her bottom was like a sex mandala for him. Staring at the mythic Griffin as he pounded her from behind was a treat beyond compare.
Time he reminded her of that.
“Coming, wife,” he playfully growled. “Literally,” he added as he marched into the kitchen and found her in a stretch lace camisole and a frilly but seductively demure apron. And as he predicted a bare bottom.
After a long, lustful once over, he began to unbuckle his belt and work on the zipper of his jeans. “Turn around Mrs. Marquez and assume the position.”
Her grinning smirk set his senses on fire. “Look,” she said with a sexy drawl. Producing a small pillow from thin air, she shoved it beneath her stomach as she stretched out and grabbed both sides of the table. “The table abrasions were becoming a bit much.”
Alex chuckled. “Good thinking wife. So was finding a handy spot to grab on to.” His pants hit the floor, and he quickly shoved them away. Stepping up to her ass as she bent forward, he ran his fingers over the Griffin then used his foot to kick her legs wider. “Better hold on, baby. I sense a long, bumpy ride ahead.”
She wiggled her ass. He swatted her for good measure.
The tapas would have to wait. He had husbandly duties to perform and a wanton Irish fuck goddess to satisfy.
Sucked to be him. Not!
THE END… for now!
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