NOMAD (Sons of Sanctuary Book 3) by Victoria Danann

Author:Victoria Danann [Danann, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: dba 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC
Published: 2017-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

At precisely eight o’clock Cann and Bud arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

One of the house staff greeted them and showed them to the dining room where Señora Gutierrez was giving direction to someone from the kitchen.

She’d changed into a white gauzy belted dress with a hem that hit at mid-thigh. That was accessorized with a lot of gold jewelry that looked real. A collection of chains from delicate to thick herringbone. Big hoop earrings. And a collection of bangles that clinked together with every move of her wrist.

When she caught sight of Cann, she brightened.

“Come in. Come in.” She opened her mouth to say more, but there was a flurry of activity near the front door and some male laughter. They had all three turned toward the sound when the man of the house came hurrying in.

Bud didn’t know exactly what she’d expected, but it wasn’t anything like Señor Gutierrez. The man was in his early thirties and was giving his wife a run for the money in the beauty department. No wonder she was insecure. He was prettier than she was. At least in Bud’s opinion.

“Hola.” He went straight to Cann and shook his hand. “Welcome. I’m so glad for the opportunity to do something nice for my friend, Brant Fornight. You can call me Gael.” He turned toward Bud and hissed openly. “Madre de dios. Your eyes.” He said it reverently as he stared openly. “Such a beautiful and exotic color.” Cann wasn’t appreciating the adoration and was just about to step in when Gael turned toward him. “Such a lucky man you are.”

“Well, I’m not…”

“What’s this?” Gael said, looking down at their boots. “Are your shoes wet?”

“Well, we had to cross the river. We were running from Rangers on the other side.”

Gael’s eyes were dancing with delight. “How romantic!” He looked at Bud.

She shook her head. “No. There was nothing romantic about it.”

“Oh,” said Gael as if he was disappointed.

Then for the hell of it she added, “Until he picked me up and carried me across so that if they shot at us they’d hit him and not me.”

Cann stared at her like she’d lost her mind while Gael threw his head back and laughed. Then he turned to his wife and said, “That is true romance. Don’t you agree?”

She sniffed and looked at her nails as if she’d lost interest in the conversation.

“We apologize for our appearance, but we had to run with the clothes on our backs.”

Gael turned to the señora with accusation written all over his face. “And you didn’t notice that they had nothing with them?” To Cann he said, “My profound apologies. We have failed as your hosts.”

“No, really…” Cann began.

“We will rectify this immediately.” He turned his head toward the front of the house and shouted, “Juan Ricardo!” They heard footsteps running toward the room. When a man appeared looking eager, if not desperate, to please, Gael said, “Our guests need wardrobes. Send someone to get changes of clothing for Señor Johns.

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