Randar (Intergalactic Soulmates Book 1) by Annabelle Rex

Author:Annabelle Rex [Rex, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: SciFi Fantasy Romance, Multicultural & Interracial, Contemporary & Paranormal Romance, Women's Fiction, New Planets & Space Travel, Interspecies Relationships, First Contact, Alien Invasion & Romance, Adult Themes, Action & Adventure, Romantic Schemes, Supernatural Fantasy, Dangerous & Deadly, Protection & Safety, Hearts Desire, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Romantic Suspense, Colonization, Exploration, Genetic Engineering, Galactic Empire, Beautiful & Feisty, Space Exploration, Intergalactic Soulmates, DNA Match Program
Publisher: Prospect and Raven
Published: 2020-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

The restaurant wasn’t large and had been decorated in a very Human style. That, or restaurants across the galaxy were similar to Human ones. Randar shook hands with the older man, who saw whoever he was meeting on the other side of the restaurant and headed to them.

“Sorry about that,” Randar said. “I promise I’m all yours now.”

He gestured to a table in the back corner of the restaurant, putting a hand to her arm to direct her. Right where Andrew Carter had touched her. Angela tried not to wince.

Very brave signing up for the program. Or desperate, I suppose.

A waitress who could have been the same species as Joraczic came over with menus and took their drinks order. It was lunchtime, so Randar didn’t order alcohol, and Angela followed his lead, even though a glass of wine might have settled her stomach some.

“You won’t know what a lot of this is,” Randar said, as he read the menu. “I know they have some Human dishes, but if you wanted to be adventurous, I’d recommend the Brettic Steak.”

“You can pick for me,” she said, which seemed to please him.

“How hungry are you?”

She hadn’t had breakfast, she should have been starving.

I like a big girl.

“Not that hungry,” she said, wondering if she should ask him to get her a salad. “Just something light.”

“Maybe not steak then,” Randar said, grinning. The scales on his face were glowing a deep green colour. She wondered if that meant he felt ill, that the smiles he was giving her were all fake.

Desperate.

Desperate.

Desperate.

He’d seemed so genuinely pleased about her cooking yesterday, but then, any person could get excited about food. It didn’t mean they liked the cook. He’d asked her on this date, but how much of that was because he felt he had to? The Intergalactic Community put so much stock in the Match program. He’d keep trying even if he was disappointed. She was probably just seeing what she wanted to when she thought he’d been happy at the thought of having lunch with her.

The waitress came back over and Randar ordered for her.

“It’s a vegetable dish,” he said as the waitress took their menus.

Because she shouldn’t be eating too much.

“There’s a small greenhouse here where we grow vegetables, so it will all be fresh rather than frozen supplies,” Randar said. “Some races are far too keen carnivores to appreciate the vegetable dishes, but I think they’re the nicest on the menu. Can’t beat fresh produce.”

“I don’t mind vegetarian food,” Angela said, taking a sip of her drink - a syrupy fruit juice sweet enough to make her teeth ache.

“Too much?” Randar said, correctly interpreting her expression.

“It’s very sweet,” she said.

Without a word, he swapped his drink for hers. “Try mine. It’s still sweet, but not quite as overpowering as flaritti berry.”

She took a sip of his green drink. It was far less cloying, a hint of sharpness cutting through the sweet.

“You have that one,” Randar said.

“You don’t mind?” she said.

“I like this,” he said, raising her glass and taking a swig.

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