Whisper In The Dark (The McKinnon Legends-- The American Men Book One) by Ranay James Read Free Book Online Page A

fuse on that one.”
    Robert understood where George was coming from, but quickly came to her defense. She had been hotheaded as a child, but never malicious. He had watched her as a young girl and she had loved the animals under her care. In that arena her patience abounded and her compassion was unending. Her temper had been aimed at him tonight simply because he was the closest target. Yet, her nature toward George was tender. That was the Katie he remembered.
    Robert tore his eyes off her and back to George. “She is just exhausted and worried. I, for one, am going to get out of her way and let her be as worried as she wants to be.”
    “Easier that way, son,” George nodded. “Just let her have her head. Eventually she will come to bear just like any wild horse worth taming.”
    Robert could not have agreed more.
     

Chapter 7
    “Finally.” She bounded out the back door to meet the emergency medical technician who was getting out of the ambulance with the medical kit in hand.
    “Hurry, he is on the sofa in the living room,” she said pointing the way and moving the kitchen dining chairs to make way for the gurney.
    The second paramedic pulled the gurney from the back, and she helped him pull it up the porch steps and through the kitchen doorway.  Deputy Sheriff Juan Perez arrived right on the heels of the ambulance. Right behind him was Brice Langston, Dallas Langston’s son.
    At thirty-three Brice was not unattractive, and Katherine had gone out with him on several occasions when he came to New York on business, partly because he was a smooth one, and at the time, she was young. The other part was because she was lonely for reminders of a happier time in her life. Yet, there was something about Brice that kept her from completely trusting him, and the feeling had not dissipated in the two years since she last saw him.
    “Katherine?” Brice came through the back door and gave her a hug which Robert noticed was only one-sided. He was having a hard time dealing with Brice’s hands on her.
    Deep down Robert’s animal was screaming, “Mine!” He definitely did not wish to share, nor was he willing to play nice. She was his responsibility, and Brice was an unknown factor to her safety. That had to explain his reaction, he reasoned.
    Brice brushed the hair away from her face that had come loose from the head band. “My God, it is good to see you. I have been trying to call you now for hours, ever since I heard about Kyle. I’m glad you’re home. What is going on here? Are you all right?” His concern seemed genuine to Katherine.
    “I’m fine. It’s George. Someone attacked him.”
    “Attacked him? Here? In the house? Are you here alone?” Brice asked seemingly concerned.
    “No, she is not alone,” Robert walked though the kitchen doorway, “nor will she be from this point forward.” He had seen enough of Brice pawing at Kate and did not want to take the time right that minute to figure out why the fact was so worrisome. Later, he told himself.
    “Hello, Robert,” Brice’s salutation was cool.
    “Langston,” Robert neutrally acknowledged the younger man.
    Katherine noticed Brice slightly narrow his eyes.
    Hum, she thought, males fighting for dominance. She deduced that not much had changed in millions of years of evolution. Men will still be men, and a woman was still a piece of meat to fight over. She liked Brice well enough, not so for Robert from the looks of his body language.
    Brice was not one of Robert’s favorite people. However, Brice was definitely the lesser evil of the two Langston men. He was not as smart or as unscrupulous as Dallas. He was his Daddy’s sheep. If Dallas said jump, Brice jumped. Robert despised men like Brice who were solely in it for personal gain and who would stop at nothing to achieve the end result. That would be his opinion of Brice until he was proven wrong about him.
    “How is George? Does he know who did this to him?” Brice asked looking back into