It Could Happen Again (Zulu Spectre) Read Online Free

pulled him into a hug. “I have to go, Tyler. Mr. Curtayn is going to stay with you. I really need you to behave and get some sleep. Don’t be a bother to him. He’s doing me a huge favor by watching you.”
    “You were supposed to have the time off.”
    Her shoulders drooped. “I know, baby. I’m sorry, but there was a huge accident, a lot of people are injured, and they need all of us to come in.” She smoothed a hand along his forehead. “Can you be good for me?”
    “Love you, Auntie.”
    She kissed his cheek. “Love you, too. Get some sleep.” She rose and moved by him. Dale made sure to stay put so she had to brush closely by him. His cock rose at the all too fleeting touch. “Sorry,” she whispered, nearly caressing him with her fingertips.
    Dale didn’t say a word, just walked with her to the kitchen where she hefted a navy blue pack.
    “Make yourself at home. There are leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry. He should sleep, and I should be back in the morning. The sheets on the bed in the back room are clean if you want to sleep in a real bed. Or there’s the pillows and blankets on the couch. I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
    The nearly overwhelming urge to cup her face hit him, and he curled his fingers into his palm. “I’m sure we’ll be fine. Go. I got this.”
    “Thank you.” Her tongue peeked out slightly as she paused before she readjusted her hold on the pack strap and turned away.
    Dale went with her to the door and stood there, watching her ass in the blue uniform pants as she strode off to the elevator. As she stepped in the waiting car, she gave him a small smile before the doors severed his view.
    Back in her place, he went to Tyler’s room and peered in, grateful to see the boy had lain back and, from all appearances, looked to be asleep. Leaving him in peaceful slumber, Dale began to explore her place. He walked to the room in the back, where she said he could sleep if he wanted a bed.
    The room smelled like her, feminine and soft. He recognized the lilac scent, which had defined her to him previously. He flicked the light on and saw a double bed with no head or footboard draped by a cranberry comforter. Pale blue curtains covered the windows. The place was spotless. A chair in the far corner had an embroidered pillow on it that read: The world’s best sister.
    Her chest of drawers was a bit beat up with scratches on the side but the top was covered in family pictures. Mostly of Tyler and a woman he assumed to be his mother and Allie’s sister. He’d never met them when they’d dated before. There was one of those two and a man. The kid’s father, perhaps. Dale recalled how Allie had stated she was waiting for her sister to return. Not for her brother-in-law as well. He also saw one of her parents.
    He made his way to the bathroom. Simple, nothing lavish. Yet, again, spotless. In the living room, he stared at the furniture and saw it didn’t match but had been covered by blankets and pillows, making it all the more inviting. Odd considering, from what he remembered, she’d liked everything to match. His stomach growled, and he went to the kitchen to see what she had in the fridge.
    “Oh, hell, yes,” he moaned as he saw the numerous containers of food. He began opening them and seeing what there was.
    “You must be hungry.”
    Dale looked over his shoulder to see Tyler there in a pair of Batman pajamas. “I am. Your aunt said I could help myself. Have any suggestions?”
    He rubbed his belly and yawned. “There’s some leftover lamb in the blue container. Have that with the couscous from the yellow one.”
    Taking the child at his word, Dale took those containers and opened them. God, this smells delicious. “What’s in with the couscous?”
    “She makes it like Grandma does, tossed with almonds, raisins, and spices.” Tyler yawned once more and padded to the table where he sat on a chair, arms resting on the smooth top.
    “Plates?”
    “Over