Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) by Lucy Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

she didn’t marry, she’d still get the money from the sale. It wouldn’t be home though. Even though he was dead, she really wanted to prove to her grandfather that she was just as much of a rancher as all those other Joneses.
    She had been devastated when the will had been read, and then she’d gotten angry. She was just stubborn enough to do whatever it took to win. If that meant marrying a complete stranger, then so be it. His totally hot looks made her bitter reality a much easier pill to swallow. She found herself wishing she knew for sure if there were an afterlife, she wanted her grandfather to see the results of his manipulations.
    She took a deep breath. She was stirring the soup so fast it was about to spill over the sides of the pan. A little residual anger —m uch? Well, she was entitled.
    Karlo could see Marla was only paying partial attention to what she was doing. She was obviously thinking hard about something. He took advantage of her preoccupation to look at her. Her head was heart-high on his chest. She wore her yellow hair cut close to her head. It made her eyes look huge in her face. She had womanly curves and soft skin. He had a hard time keeping his hands from touching her. He wanted to map each and every dip and valley, curve and hollow of her landscape. He remembered the wedding had been postponed. She hadn’t said when the new date was. He hoped it was soon. He didn’t know how long he could wait before he sank into her moist heat.

Chapter Four

     
    Mr. Edwards called in the morning on Friday; he had the pre-nup ready. Marla made an appointment for them to come by before he closed his office for the day. Hanging up the phone, Marla went to find Karlo. Karlo had been at the ranch for four days and he already fit in as if he’d always been there.
    Looking over at the pasture, she saw him leaning against the fence. He had spent several hours each day observing the alpaca, moving around the pasture with them and getting them familiar with his presence and his touch. She appreciated him taking the extra time to learn everything he could. She also noticed he was still stiff from the crash, especially in his shoulders and back. He kept saying he felt fine, only over and over she watched him rolling his shoulders, as if there were an ache he couldn’t relieve. She felt so guilty about deceiving such an obviously nice guy, she decided to offer him a back rub later that evening.
    Turning away from the window, she decided to make a nice lunch. They had been having sandwiches and other easy-to-fix meals for the past few days. The alpacas didn’t take much work, but there was always knitting and weaving to do. She also needed to start thinking about bringing in the hay and she couldn’t until they did something about his…whatever it was, in her hay barn. She’d think about that later. Right now, it was time to cook.
    A man of Karlo’s size needed something more substantial, so she pulled out the hamburger and started making a meatloaf. Meatloaf was messy and also therapeutic, like making bread. Instead of pounding on dough, she hand-mixed the meat, breadcrumbs, egg, and Worcestershire sauce together. To go with it, she also grabbed some green beans and some spinach from the vegetable bin, which she would steam and then sauté with onion and homemade teriyaki sauce. Putting the fixings on the counter, she went into the pantry to get a few potatoes. She debated for a moment between baked and mashed, and decided on mashed since the meatloaf needed the oven.
    Looking out the window as she peeled the potatoes, she could see Karlo walking across the pasture toward the far hay field. She let herself admire his ass for a couple of moments and then got back to work.
    Karlo strode across the field. It was time for another circuit of the property. He tried to do a complete security sweep four to six times each day. Because he was only one person, he worked hard to vary his timing and direction so his