Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
And she didn’t want to stay in Miami where her family would be all over her, requesting time. She loved her family but somedays, a woman just wanted to be by herself and not responsible for anything else.
What’s it called, self-care? Because that’s what I need a bunch of. Self-care and a big dick that can make me happy.
She settled down into her couch, tossing her legs over the arm rest as she stared up at the ceiling. Time to do something for herself. Making a mental note to leave a message for Dianna, she took a nap, something she didn’t often do. But right now, this was about her and dammit, she wanted one.
Her steps were light and smile easy when she boarded her flight the next day. Excitement hummed in her veins. She was beyond ready for this.
Let the adventure begin.
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The warm wind currents blew over his feathers caressing him like a lover would.
If I had one.
He didn’t and he wasn’t on the look for one. Right now, this was all about him and just taking some time.
Kenan Matos tipped his wings and rose with the grace and ease of a bird who knew nothing but flying. As a shifter, he knew more than just flying but he loved nothing more than being free and soaring the skies.
He wasn’t large like his fellow Protetor, Femi who was an eagle shifter. He was a falcon and could more than hold his own. Size wise he was far closer to the peregrine falcon. Or would have been if he wasn’t a shifter, he was larger than the normal Aplomado falcon, which lingered closer to the smaller peregrine. He was closer in size to a hawk, as shifters were larger than their species counterpart.
Also, unlike the non-shifter falcon, he loved the jungle as opposed to the open grassland, savannah habitat with it’s shrubbery and scattered trees. Flying with Femi, he’d learned more about weaving his way in and out of the closer trees and thick foliage. He felt far more comfortable in the thick humid jungle than anywhere else.
Their SAR group was taking time off and had pretty much split to different parts of the world. He’d come home to Belize, Femi had returned to Africa and last he knew, Jeremy was on his way to France. Femi had his woman with him and his family was there, so he understood that need. Jeremy however, his friend was riding an edge that he wasn’t able to understand why or what had caused the haunting in his friend’s eyes. He didn’t understand France for a destination, it's not where he was from, however, when he’d inquired as to why, Jeremy had shot him and his questioning down.
Pushing the many thoughts of his friends to the back of his mind, he let his thoughts settle and just enjoyed the warm air around him.
This was the world he loved. Seeing it all from the sky, picking out that tiny prey from dizzying heights and swooping down for the kill before it ever knew it was in danger. Rising and falling with the currents, he flew over where some humans were squealing with fun as they ziplined.
About to leave them to their enjoyment, he dropped a bit in the air when her voice reached it. No matter where he was on earth or what he was doing, that voice, he would always know.
Jo Carlile.
What the fuck is she doing in Belize? Who is she here with? Is something wrong?
No, that didn’t make sense, her voice was full of laughter and joy. Not fear or panic.
Which is good because I would fucking lay waste to whomever had brought that out in her.
He winged up and circled although, it was no longer with lazy beats of his wings. There existed definite purpose behind them now. Blessed with eyesight far greater than any human could ever hope to have, he locked onto her as he flew, keeping her in his sights.
Her joy, infectious. He wanted to be there with her, either ahead or behind her on the line. Be part of this adventure she was on.
The others with her weren’t the other three of their little group. In fact, he didn’t see any of them with her. Which once again, begged the question, who had she come here with?
Last he knew, Selene remained in Brazil with her new husband, Emily was still over in Africa with Femi, she was accompanying him when he came back to Brazil for work. Dianna, he wasn’t sure where she was, but that was the one of the group he had the most difficult time with.
So closed off.
Not that it meant he liked her any less, he admired her as much as the others. Jo, just revved his engine in a completely different way than the others.