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on the television. He took
the small rectangular device from the pocket of his slacks and aimed it at the
screen. The picture changed from the morning talk show to his mentor’s waxy
image.
    “ BaRok . Everything proceeding as planned?”
    “Yes. She was receptive.”
    “Good. Have you told her?”
    “Yes. Why are you contacting me? Our agreement was the third
day.”
    “Your mother discovered your absence and is not pleased.
Apparently, your brother has bonded with his Chosen and you were supposed to be watching him.”
    Brock groaned. His younger sibling had a fascination with a
young princess on another planet whose rules of conduct differed from any
others.
    “ LoGar can take care of himself.
He’s observed Xaxa for the past nineteen years. If
the elders approved, and DaSie has accepted him, I
don’t see the problem. Especially if he gets along with her
other mate.”
    “Ah-ha, so you know he will not be the primary mate. And
this is the issue. What if your brother procreates with his Chosen ?
How will we know the bloodline will continue?”
    Brock sighed. “ RiKar , the
bloodline will continue through myself as well as NiKoh . Or my sisters SaLie and KiRah . You know KiRah has looked at no other species and is waiting until she is of age to mate with DaTil .” A knock sounded at the door. “Excuse me a moment.
My nourishment has arrived.”
    He muted the television and strode to the door, ushering in
the server pushing a small cart. Brock tipped the man and closed the door after
he’d exited, then returned to the television.
    “Tell my mother I am well and I will speak to her in a few
days. Remind her LoGar is of age, as am I, and has
chosen his path. As for the bloodline, only LoGar will know if any progeny is of his line. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my beloved
needs to eat. I will contact you tomorrow.”
    “I look forward to your report. Blessings, BaRok .”
    “Blessings, RiKar .” He pressed the
button on the device and the television returned to the talk show. Brock shoved
the communicator back in his pocket then knocked on Becky’s door.
    “Becky? I have ordered food if you’re hungry.” He strode to
Tricia’s door and knocked before entering.
    Tricia sat on the bed, towel-drying her shoulder-length
brown hair. She stood when Brock closed the door behind him.
    “How do I know you’re not using mind control on me? Don’t
aliens sometimes use hypnosis and deception in order to charm humans before
revealing sinister plans?”
    Brock placed his hand over his heart before kneeling at her
feet.
    “Tricia, my love, I do not use anything but my mouth and my
body to let you know my feelings. Come, I ordered room service for you and your
friend. If your other two show up, there is enough for them also”
    “Was it a set-up?” Tricia placed her towel in the adjoining
bathroom. “Did you arrange for Lara and Jayne to meet men so you could put the
moves on me? And did you arrange Becky’s man also?”
    Brock frowned as he stood up. “I don’t understand what you
mean. I have no control over your friends’ choices. But it is almost noon and
you need nourishment.”
    Tricia took his hand. He led her into the other room and
watched as her manner changed from wary to excitement as she loaded a plate
with croissants, eggs, bacon, and fruit. He took the silver carafe and filled
her coffee cup.
    “Vanilla-flavored coffee, just as you like.” Brock seated
himself across from her and loaded his own plate.
    “Something smells wonderful in here.” Becky’s door opened.
“Yours stayed, Trish? Mine left during the night.”
    “I saw him leaving when I came out to order the food. You
can do better than him, if you want my opinion. A real man does not tiptoe
across the room carrying his footwear out of a desirable woman’s hotel room.”
Brock poured the other woman a cup and indicated one of the chairs. “I’m Brock
Robertson.”
    “Becky Weidersahn . Thanks for
breakfast.” She sat down and