Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Yes, your people think it’s honorable to continue your DNA lines by any means necessary,” Mel replied.
Or he was insane.
“It’s beet juice, buddy,” a deep voice said and Sawyer rounded the corner. “It’s perfectly safe. Unless it’s his tonic, and then you’re in for a pretty wild couple of hours. I swear he puts peyote in it.”
Mel frowned, a deep furrow above his brows. “I do not. I would never use sacred peyote except in the proper religious ceremonies. People just forget how to make excellent whiskey. With some medicinal properties. Has he ever taken the beet?”
“I actually am not great with vegetables.” He’d grown up with carnivores. “I could do a nice salad. Or some corn.”
With a lot of ranch. He bet Sabrina was a nutritionally balanced kind of woman. He would work on it. He could probably get used to broccoli and green beans.
“Sabrina, we need to get out of here,” Mel said, raising his voice. He turned back to Sawyer. “You need to be careful. I’ve had some disturbing reports about new technology allowing aliens to impregnate human males.”
Sawyer snorted. “I will be careful.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Wyatt was awfully confused.
“We need to leave why? I’m pretty hungry,” Sabrina said, walking out of the bedroom. She caught sight of Sawyer and smiled before she realized he was avoiding her gaze. “Good morning, Mr. Hathaway.”
Sawyer nodded her way. “Ms. Leal. I was going to change.” He seemed to remember he was about to walk into the room Sabrina had walked out of, and he was a coward who didn’t want the weird dude to know he was sleeping with his daughter. Nope. He was leaving Wyatt to take all that craziness. He pointed to the guest room door. “In here. In my room. Where I sleep.”
It took everything Wyatt had not to roll his eyes as Sawyer ducked into the guest room where absolutely none of his clothes were so he wasn’t sure how the man was going to change. He would probably hide out until the threat had passed.
So that was how he was going to play it. Well, he should have known. And he was pretty sure no one was going to believe it. But it wouldn’t matter because Mel was staring at him like he was… Well, some kind of alien who wanted to spread his seed far and wide.
“He’s not a Nelut, Dad.” Sabrina walked up to the man and took the flask, turning back to Wyatt. “It’s beet juice. It’s gross, but you will drink it so my father doesn’t think I’m having an alien baby he’s going to have to protect from galactic invaders.”
“He wouldn’t just, like, take care of it?” This was the most bizarre conversation he’d ever been in. And he’d been around criminals trying to figure out which stuffed animal was the best to hide meth in. Also, he was putting off the moment when he had to drink Mel’s juice thing.
“Take care of it?” Mel’s shoulders went back. “Of course I would. It would be half human.” Then his eyes flared. “Oh. I know what you mean. What kind of monster do you think I am? My own Cassidy gave birth to two halflings, and they’re the best boys you’ll ever find. What is wrong with him?”
The last question was directed to Sabrina, who shook her head and handed him the flask. “Everything will be fine if you drink this.”
“Isn’t this a question of bodily autonomy?” He was learning new things all the time, and one of those things was he shouldn’t be forced to drink if he didn’t want to. Downing a six-pack before lunch had been one of the ways to show masculinity in the MC.
Sabrina’s voice went low. “It’s a question of if you ever want to see my body again. Naked.”
He drank the juice. The teeniest, tiniest bit.
Mel stepped back like something bad might happen. He gave it a moment.
Sabrina took the flask and handed it back. “There. He’s human, though I thank you for protecting me. Now let’s go and have some of his perfectly normal breakfast. I’ll see if we have some turkey bacon. You know pork isn’t good for your heart.” Sabrina turned Wyatt’s way. “And thank you for indulging my dad.” She went on her toes and kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Slip him two pieces of real bacon when I’m not looking and he’ll be yours forever. Mom is on a health kick.”
She went back down on her feet and turned and joined her dad, looping an arm with his. “Come on and I’ll get you some coffee. Is the valley passable again? Did Delilah open the school this morning?”
“Everyone decided two snow days would be acceptable,” Mel was saying as they walked away. “But you should know every parent in the valley wanted to make sure you’re okay. Elisa fielded several calls about whether we should send a chopper up here to get you.”