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“What?” I asked him, my body crying out for what I so desperately needed.

His voice whispered, sibilant and penetrating deep into my soul. “I want your heart, your soul, your love. Forever,” he said. “In return I’ll keep you safe and protected, cared for and cherished.”

Kade faded back more, and all I could see was his eyes, black glowing against black. Desperate, I reached for him, and still he faded, until I was left alone, my heart aching as much as my body. Tears threatened at my eyes, and I felt like I could never go on, but then his voice drifted out of the darkness, lending me comfort as well as a promise.

“I promise you . . . when you’re ready, I’ll be there.”



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Suddenly, I woke up, my body aching with desire and want and tears running down my cheeks. What was that? Shaking my head, I closed my book and sat up, trying to figure out what the hell the crazy dream meant as the details grew fuzzy and the dream slipped from my mind. All I could remember was a feeling of great fear, then comfort and security, then a feeling of passionate completion that I’d never felt in my life. All I knew was that my body was yearning for sexual release, and that Kade’s name kept whispering through my head as I tossed and turned for the rest of the night.





Chapter 6





Kade





That Sunday was the last day of our three day reunion. Saturday had been pretty laid back, with the three of us driving up to UC Irvine for a basketball game. Dad played small forward back in his college days, and while he didn’t like the way the modern pro game was played, he loved small college ball, and UC Irvine was local.

On Sunday we all drove down to Dana Point for breakfast at a little shop along the shore. “It’s so early though, Derek,” Layla complained as she got into the back seat of my car. “And why did you ask Kade to drive, anyway?”

“Well, my son spends half the time he and I talk bragging about this car, so I wanted to see it for myself,” Dad said. I suspected what Dad was up to, considering I’d found my car keys in the wrong pocket that morning, but kept my lip buttoned. If Dad wanted to spring a surprise on Layla, it wasn’t my place to ruin it.

Breakfast was actually pretty nice, and of course the early morning view of Dana Point Harbor was peaceful as well. We went to a restaurant that I hadn’t been to before, enjoying a light platter of mostly fruit, some delicious scones, and fresh jams. “Hurry up,” Dad said about twenty minutes after we sat down. “Well, Layla, at least you need to hurry. Kade and Alix can take their time.”

“Okay, Derek Prescott, what’re you up to?” Layla asked, grinning as she tucked a last little bit of scone with clotted cream and fresh blueberry jam into her mouth. “Because you didn’t have us drive down here to enjoy your son’s car, or to have scones at just after sunrise.”

Dad grinned and nodded. “You’re right, and I have to apologize for keeping you in the dark. I just changed our original plans. I know I told you and Kade that we were going to drive up to Big Sur, but I thought to myself that we had done that just last year. So I booked us tickets on the Catalina Express.”

Layla stopped chewing, then flushed as she let her emotions show. “Really?”

“Really. Three nights on Catalina, and we fly back into Long Beach on Wednesday. What do you think?”

Considering that Layla nearly tackled Dad in hugging and kissing him in reply, it was a pretty safe assumption that she liked the surprise gift.

Alix and I actually dropped Dad and Layla off at the docks for the Express, which left us with a lot of time on our hands and no clue in the world on how to spend it. I glanced over at Alix, whose eye was still puffy and slightly swollen, although the bruise had faded from an ugly purple to a merely sickly brownish-green.

Vince had gotten back to me as promised, and said that at least on the surface, Alix’s story held water. She had done a photo shoot on Friday for Men’s Health. The shoot had been done by a guy named Sydney Hale, who was a pretty famous photographer. The other people involved were another model, Karla McDonald, and a guy named Greg, who apparently somehow went by one name professionally, although I had no idea how that could work out. His name was Greg, nothing else. Los Angeles had to have a hundred thousand guys named Greg. In any case, Vince was trying to track down what exactly happened at the photo shoot, and promised he’d get more to me soon.

“There’s something in this that’s tripping my alarms, Kade,” he told me. “I don’t know what just yet, but something.”

I agreed with him, and kept my eyes and ears open all weekend. Now, it was just me and Alix, and I considered my options. I wanted to get her to talk, but at the same time I had to hold myself back. I couldn’t lose control. “So, what would you like to do?” I asked cautiously. “I haven’t been down in this area in a while.”

“I know,” Alix replied, giving me a smile that threatened to melt my heart. God, she was so beautiful, even with the bruise on her face. “I’ve kinda missed you. It was nicer when you were still at USC; you were living in the LA area. Once you went off to Stanford for law school, the house was really quiet. And to be honest, it was easier to understand things when I had you to bounce ideas off of.”

“Come on, Alix,” I replied. “Don’t tell me that you couldn’t figure things out for yourself.”