Healing His Soul's Mate by Dominique Eastwick Read Free Book Online

“Serves him right. We did have to get his ass here a number of times while he was a guest. Payback’s a bitch.”
    Ashlynn marveled at how Dana brought two men to heel, changing them from monstrous walls of fearsomeness to most youthful in their behavior. Like two children with their hands caught in the cookie jar, each claiming the other started it. “I’m impressed.”
    Dana’s brow creased. “At what?”
    “When you say jump, do they also ask how high?”
    She smiled, “Ah. Neither is tamed, but they occasionally let me believe I’m in control.”
    “You might want to inform your sister I have excellent hearing.” Rekkus leaned between the two of them. “What do you want for dinner, Dana? The kitchen is unsure what to send out.”
    “Can you ask Cherry for a steak—rare? Some Roosevelt beans and corn on the cob with extra butter.”
    “And?”
    “And maybe some corn bread.”
    “Do they serve to order here? I asked for chicken and they said no….” Green colored her sister’s face and her hands shot to her mouth. “Dana?”
    “Whatever you do, don’t mention poultry. Makes her a bit sick to her stomach,” Cyrus whispered in her ear.
    “Can’t have it in the building. She can smell it a mile away—raw or cooked, doesn’t matter,” Rekkus said.
    Cyrus straightened. “I’ll put her order in.”
    “Rekkus, could you either sit down or do something? You’re making me nervous.” Ashlynn shifted uncomfortably.
    “It’s what he does best.” A man in the uniform of a security guard paused at her side. Despite his significant height, he stood shorter than the rest of the guards. He seemed different somehow, more down to earth. No less buff but more approachable. “Last guest is accounted for.”
    This must be Kaleb. Rekkus nodded.
    “The last guest isn’t on the roster, Rekkus. And he would like to talk to you and Cyrus as soon as possible.”
    Rekkus rounded on the shorter man. “What do you mean not on the roster?”
    Kaleb stood his ground. “He had a letter granting him permission to come on-site this week.”
    “Fucking Syndicate and their damned minions. And why am I only now being informed of his arrival?” Happy his gruff tone was directed elsewhere, Ashlynn focused on her food.
    “Rekkus, brusque as always. Some things never change.” Ashlynn turned toward the door at the voice warm and smooth enough to melt butter.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Rekkus growled but, to Ashlynn’s surprise, smiled.
    Gorgeous did not describe this man. There was something absolutely…absolute about him. His piercing green eyes sparked like emeralds. His long dark hair, the color of midnight on a moonless night, lay like silk against his broad shoulders. And although not as tall as Rekkus and Cyrus, he made her six-foot figure seem petite.
    “Close your mouth, sis. You’re gonna catch flies.”
    “Are all the men on this island related to Adonis?” Statistically, the amount of gorgeousness in this room didn’t make sense.
    Dana leaned into her and giggled. “Some might say so.”
    “Don’t you think having one daughter marry beneath her is enough for this family without your drooling over the help?” Venom dripped from her mother’s lips, and conversation around the table ceased. How could she have even for a moment forgotten her presence?
    “She speaks,” Dana said into the stillness.
    Nancy Stone’s nose rose another inch into the air. “When it’s something of utmost importance.”
    “Don’t you mean when something might result in the happiness of Ashlynn that doesn’t involve you?”
    Ashlynn gaped. Dana had never before shown a backbone. She had respected and obeyed every command as if she were Cinderella.
    “Why you ungrateful—”
    “Nancy, enough.” Their father lifted his focus from his food as if coming out of a trance.
    “It is not enough. Our daughter needs plastic surgery in a hospital. Not this new-agey place. And she’s gained twenty pounds in the