Healing Fire Read Online Free Page B
Author: Angela Castle
chores."
Blossom
picked the splinters of split logs and placed them on a pile while the stranger
picked up another log and set it on the chopping block.
Summer stood transfixed, watching the
display of muscles ripple along his back as he swung the axe with relative
ease, delivering such a blow to the log that it split the timber easily in
half.
Summer eased her stance and relief
flooded through her system. The shot of adrenaline that had made her pain take
a back seat in her mind now shot forward. Summer panted, trying to hold back an
agonizing whimper.
The man paused, turning his head, and
she got a first glimpse of his dark and mesmerizing eyes as he studied her, a
scowl over his gorgeous features.
"Oh, hey Mom."
Summer
waved. As she spotted her, Blossom's bright face fell. Summer realized she must
have looked as bad as she felt.
The giant of a man set aside the axe
as Blossom ran towards her.
"Is the pain bad today?"
Summer nodded, but her eyes were fixed
on the man as he took long powerful strides towards her. She felt herself
shaking with a mixture of awe and pain.
"Mom, this is Melor, he's the
coolest… "
Summer could barely hear her daughter
over the pounding in her head.
"Mr. Melor, I'm sorry I hit you…"
"My lady, Summer."
His deep rich voice held an edge of
roughness to it. The kind she would normally appreciate, but her mind was too
clouded with pain. "No apologies are necessary; it is I who humbly thank
you for taking care of me."
"She needs her pills,"
Blossom blurted out, making Summer glare at her daughter. What other secrets
had she been telling this tall, dark, sexy… Um, Melor?
What kind of name was that anyway? My
lady? Was he some sort of historical actor from L.A?
She couldn't think.
"You are in pain. I will help you
inside."
Before she could even think what he
meant, he stepped right into her personal space, Summer's world tilting
slightly as he picked her up into his arms as easily as lifting a sofa cushion.
The power and strength it took to lift
her heavy weight left her stupefied along with the smell of masculine spice,
leather and something deeper, darker she couldn't identify.
Blossom ran ahead to open the back
door while Mr. Huge and Muscle Bound carried her inside. Summer couldn't
tear her gaze away from his dark, almost black eyes. In no way did they appear
evil, but exotic and enthralling.
"Your lovely daughter has been
kindly showing me your home. I hope you do not mind, I took liberties with your
bath chamber and Blossom gave me most flavorsome food."
"I, um, it's okay. I'm glad to
see you're alright and Blossom has fed you."
"He likes Fruit Loops, Mom,"
Blossom chimed in from behind them.
Melor set her down on one of her
over-stuffed couches and took a step back as Blossom handed her some pills and
a bottle of water.
With shaky hands, she downed the pills
and water.
"Sorry, I'm not usually this bad,
I…"
"Your daughter has explained many
things, and your over-exerted state for helping me last eve."
She glanced at Blossom, her grin reached
from ear to ear.
"If you permit me?" he
asked, lowering his large frame and kneeling by the chair. His large hands
hovered just above her painful right leg.
She nodded her consent, not knowing
what he was going to do. There was nothing he or any doctor could do to ever
stop the pain. It was something she had to live with.
Taking painkillers for the rest of her
life was nothing less than she deserved--a constant reminder of the mirrored
pain in her heart after losing the man she loved.
He laid the palm of his hand over her
leg. His heat scorched her even through the layer of fabric, making her gasp.
Despite the pain, she felt her nipples harden in response to his closeness and
touch. Her body rode the fine line between arousal and pain. Her mind warred
with her body as he gently slid his hand
Blossom
picked the splinters of split logs and placed them on a pile while the stranger
picked up another log and set it on the chopping block.
Summer stood transfixed, watching the
display of muscles ripple along his back as he swung the axe with relative
ease, delivering such a blow to the log that it split the timber easily in
half.
Summer eased her stance and relief
flooded through her system. The shot of adrenaline that had made her pain take
a back seat in her mind now shot forward. Summer panted, trying to hold back an
agonizing whimper.
The man paused, turning his head, and
she got a first glimpse of his dark and mesmerizing eyes as he studied her, a
scowl over his gorgeous features.
"Oh, hey Mom."
Summer
waved. As she spotted her, Blossom's bright face fell. Summer realized she must
have looked as bad as she felt.
The giant of a man set aside the axe
as Blossom ran towards her.
"Is the pain bad today?"
Summer nodded, but her eyes were fixed
on the man as he took long powerful strides towards her. She felt herself
shaking with a mixture of awe and pain.
"Mom, this is Melor, he's the
coolest… "
Summer could barely hear her daughter
over the pounding in her head.
"Mr. Melor, I'm sorry I hit you…"
"My lady, Summer."
His deep rich voice held an edge of
roughness to it. The kind she would normally appreciate, but her mind was too
clouded with pain. "No apologies are necessary; it is I who humbly thank
you for taking care of me."
"She needs her pills,"
Blossom blurted out, making Summer glare at her daughter. What other secrets
had she been telling this tall, dark, sexy… Um, Melor?
What kind of name was that anyway? My
lady? Was he some sort of historical actor from L.A?
She couldn't think.
"You are in pain. I will help you
inside."
Before she could even think what he
meant, he stepped right into her personal space, Summer's world tilting
slightly as he picked her up into his arms as easily as lifting a sofa cushion.
The power and strength it took to lift
her heavy weight left her stupefied along with the smell of masculine spice,
leather and something deeper, darker she couldn't identify.
Blossom ran ahead to open the back
door while Mr. Huge and Muscle Bound carried her inside. Summer couldn't
tear her gaze away from his dark, almost black eyes. In no way did they appear
evil, but exotic and enthralling.
"Your lovely daughter has been
kindly showing me your home. I hope you do not mind, I took liberties with your
bath chamber and Blossom gave me most flavorsome food."
"I, um, it's okay. I'm glad to
see you're alright and Blossom has fed you."
"He likes Fruit Loops, Mom,"
Blossom chimed in from behind them.
Melor set her down on one of her
over-stuffed couches and took a step back as Blossom handed her some pills and
a bottle of water.
With shaky hands, she downed the pills
and water.
"Sorry, I'm not usually this bad,
I…"
"Your daughter has explained many
things, and your over-exerted state for helping me last eve."
She glanced at Blossom, her grin reached
from ear to ear.
"If you permit me?" he
asked, lowering his large frame and kneeling by the chair. His large hands
hovered just above her painful right leg.
She nodded her consent, not knowing
what he was going to do. There was nothing he or any doctor could do to ever
stop the pain. It was something she had to live with.
Taking painkillers for the rest of her
life was nothing less than she deserved--a constant reminder of the mirrored
pain in her heart after losing the man she loved.
He laid the palm of his hand over her
leg. His heat scorched her even through the layer of fabric, making her gasp.
Despite the pain, she felt her nipples harden in response to his closeness and
touch. Her body rode the fine line between arousal and pain. Her mind warred
with her body as he gently slid his hand