Strike Zone (Hawk Elite Security Book 3) by Beth Rhodes

Author:Beth Rhodes [Rhodes, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The combination of being completely relaxed and enjoying herself, along with this crazy nervous flutter in her stomach, tired her brain. By dinner, she’d checked out mentally. Panic began to build at the base of her skull until she had a full-blown headache pounding at her temples.

They were all so nice. No, that wasn’t right. Nice was too tame. Kind. They were kind and loving and caring. And they all hugged and touched—a lot.

Emily never thought of herself as a recluse or a hermit before, but after an afternoon with John’s family, she would have given anything to climb to her upstairs apartment by the sea and curl into her big bed and listen as the waves crashed along the shore. Alone. By herself.

There were nine siblings, she knew now, from Rachel, the surprise, all the way up to Michael, who was a priest. Jesus, a priest. If there were signs she didn’t belong here, it started with the fact that John could very possibly be a virgin and ended with the fact that his brother was a priest.

“Will you be headed overseas again soon?” That was Veronica, a sister who lived in town and worked at the elementary school. She was gorgeous as well, darker blond with the most amazing tan. The genes in this family. Ugh.

“Can’t be sure. But I doubt it.” John’s answer made Emily wonder how often they ended up overseas.

“I’ve got a book signing in DC next month. You should come up for it.”

His grin made Veronica blush, which was so damn sweet. “I’ll do that.”

“What do you write?” Emily asked, ignoring the pain that now stabbed at the back of her eyes.

“I write historical fiction set in the old west. Do you like to read?”

She couldn’t remember the last book she’d read. But it had probably been more along the lines of a how-to. “I pick up a book every now and then. Usually a biography here and there. Sometimes a how-to, if I’m desperate. I—” Her vision blacked out, cutting off her words.

John moved first. “Emily?”

She blinked, looking for him through the blur. Passing out into her plate was not going to happen, and she fought the tug of unconsciousness. It was embarrassing enough she was a killer of small children, wasn’t it? She pushed her chair back. Every limb moved as if it wasn’t even connected to her body.

Strong, familiar hands were on her shoulders, and there seemed to be a hum of activity.

“Down you go,” came a soft, deep, sexy voice, then faded… “Emily, breathe,” John demanded.

She took a deep breath and her world came back into sharp focus, except she was on the floor behind her chair. John laid a cool, damp washcloth on her forehead. “There you go.”

“Girl needs more meat on her bones, if you ask me.”

“Hush, Miguel,” Donna said. “She’s tired from all the travel and excitement, that’s all.”

“It’s probably the altitude,” Rachel added matter-of-factly.

Emily moaned. Was it possible for the floor to open up and swallow her? Then she wouldn’t have to stand up and face his family.

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