Unexpected Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #10)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Drama, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
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“Charlie, let’s go, Castor and Pollux await!” my father called from upstairs.

“Gotta go,” Charlie said. “Night, Daddy. Love you more than zucchini!”

“Brat,” I said as I took a swipe at her as she darted past me. She giggled and then took off toward the stairs, Medusa and Happy at her heels. Zeus stayed where he was, not even lifting his massive head at all the commotion. Most of the cats had picked out their favorite spots throughout the living room, but Fat Cat, the huge orange tabby my father had rescued from the side of the road less than a year ago, was lying on Everett’s lap. The animal hadn’t moved even an inch when Charlie had hugged Everett.

“Castor and Pollux?” Everett asked.

I waved my hand. “Most little girls want bedtime stories about princesses and castles, my daughter lives for Greek mythology’s heroes and villains.” I reached for my beer on the coffee table. “When she was five, her kindergarten teacher called me into school one day to tell me my precious little girl was likely disturbed, since she was drawing pictures of hellhounds and women with snakes for hair. I had to explain that I wasn’t raising a future sociopath, just the granddaughter of a professor of Greek mythology who had a bad habit of turning his lesson plans into bedtime stories.”

Everett laughed and reached for his wineglass. I was entranced as I watched him take a sip. I couldn’t get past the thought of how his lips would taste with the faint hint of wine on them. It took an enormous amount of willpower not to shift closer to him on the couch and find out.

“Can I…” Everett began, but then he shook his head and took another sip of his wine.

“What?” I asked. He was on his second glass and I could tell he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He wasn’t anywhere near drunk, but the alcohol had added some color to his cheeks and seemed to be loosening his tongue as the evening went on, enough so that he’d even relaxed enough to engage in the argument my father and I had been having about our community’s efforts to ban people from owning pit bulls after a recent attack had nearly killed a little girl just a few miles from where we lived. While neither of us agreed with the proposed ban, my father was the kind of guy who believed in going gung-ho on something he felt passionately about, while I tended to take a subtler approach.

Dad was talking lawsuits and protests right out of the gate, while I was more inclined to start with attending the public meeting the city was having to discuss the issue. Everett had seemed reluctant to share his thoughts when we’d asked him, but after a little bit of cajoling, he’d chimed in with a plan that had been a little stronger than mine, but not as aggressive as my father’s. It was a good plan that involved rallying members of the community who felt the same way as my father and me, along with a couple of experts on dog breeds and behavior, but didn’t ruffle feathers with political leaders right out of the gate.

“What?” I repeated. “Can you what?”

Everett glanced at me and held my gaze for a moment before saying, “Can I ask what happened to Charlie’s mother?”

I felt the familiar pain in my chest that always made itself known whenever I thought about the woman who’d given me the greatest gift I’d never even realized I’d needed.

“I’m sorry,” Everett began, then he started to stand. I grabbed his wrist to stop him. He was caught between sitting and standing. Fat Cat was forced to hop off Everett’s lap, but he didn’t go far. He merely plopped down on the couch between us.

“Everett, it’s fine,” I said gently as I urged him back down. Somehow, the move had him sitting even closer to me.

“Really, it’s none of my business…”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “Charlie and I talk about her mother quite a bit.”

Everett nodded. “You said she was biologically yours. Were you in a relationship with her mother?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of,” I said as I took another drink from my beer and then settled the bottle on the coffee table. I turned so I was facing him. The position put my left knee up on the couch and when Everett mirrored the move, we were practically touching. Fat Cat quickly reclaimed his spot on Everett’s lap. “I met Grace when I was in the third grade and her family moved here from Boston.”

“You grew up in this area?”

I nodded. “In this house,” I said. “My mother was an elementary school teacher and my father taught at the University of Washington in Seattle. My mother was the one who made me talk to Grace,” I said with a smile.


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