The Bridge (Para-Earth Series) Read Online Free

quietly.
                  “I could tell you it was because when the brains were being handed out, they forgot to set the alarm clock that morning,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.  “But the more likely reason is that humans have a knack of not using the brains they queued up for in the first place.”
                  “And ignore their own damned common sense,” she added and fell silent for a few moments. 
                  Alex could sense there was more to come and simply held her closer.  
                  “It was a bad one,” she murmured, “It practically happened right in front of me.”
                  He rested his head on hers and said, “I’m sorry.”
                  She gave a sad little chuckle, “It wasn’t your fault.”
                  “And it wasn’t yours either, Luv,” he pointed out, nuzzling her reassuringly.
                  After a few moments of quiet she sighed, “They’d only graduated a month ago.”
                  ‘Damn!’ he thought to himself.  His lady viewed herself as more of a big sister than a cop to the town’s teenage population.  She got on well with just about all of them and they trusted her.  They would turn to her whenever they needed an adult, who wasn’t a parent or teacher, to talk to.  So she took it very hard whenever something happened to one of them.  And if it was because of an error in judgment on their part, she’d feel as if she had somehow failed them.  
                  “They were so young.  Either one of them could’ve been mine.  Provided I could have children of course,” she murmured absently. 
                  “I understand,” he told her, knowing that he was powerless to do anything except be there for her.  “I’m so sorry.”
                  “I know,” she replied gratefully, “I guess that’s why I love you so much.”
                  “The feeling is very mutual,” he told her.
                  “God only knows why,” she sighed.
                  “Well, one thing springs to mind,” he answered with a smirk that could be heard in his voice.
                  “Oh? What?” she asked curiously.
                  “The thing we’ve been doing for the last hour and a half,” he replied innocently.
                  That made her smile. “I don’t hear any complaints,” she observed.
                  “After three times, you’re not bloody likely to,” he breathed and then asked seriously, “Are you going to be okay?”
                  She nodded and put her head on his chest, “Just as long as I’ve got someone who doesn’t mind having an old bit of fluff.”  She had picked up some British slang from watching the BBC on cable.
                  “Fine wine,” he replied, reaching down and running a hand along her arm and shoulder.  Occasionally a finger would brush across the tip of her breast, accidentally of course.
                  “Bullshit,” she told him. “I’m 45 and you’re 30.  There are a lot of girls your own age who wouldn’t mind doing this with you.”
                  “True, but the ones with the handcuffs charge extra,” he quipped and instantly regretted it.  One of his lover’s hands suddenly reached down and grab his member tightly making him gasp, “Darling, you’ve been working out again.”
                  “I also bite,” she warned.
                  “They charge extra for that too,” he groaned, then felt her begin to chuckle against his chest.  Eventually her grip relaxed, slightly.
                  “And how do you know so much about that kind of stuff?” she asked curiously.
                  “Tony did an awful lot of