Laurann Dohner - Brawn

Becca Oberto glared at her father, resisting the urge to yell. You what?

Tim shrugged. I need you to move in with me right now. In less than an hour someone else will be moving into your house. I put clean sheets on your old bed.

No. She shook her head vehemently and leaned against her car. Hed just announced he had agreed to allow some man to move into her home but it was hers. You cant just order me to live with you or give permission for someone else to take my home. Grandpa left the main house to you and the guesthouse to me. Hes your guy so make him stay in your house.

That wont work. Hes, uh, different. He needs his own space, Rebecca.

So do I. I dont care how different he is or what the situation may be. He is not getting my home. I love you dearly but Im twenty-nine years old, a widow and way too old to live with my daddy again. She took a breath. Plus, you drive me nuts. You treat me as though Im ten years old and Ive lived on my own for far too long to revert to that. No way in hell. Is that clear enough? Give him my old room.

Her father shifted his stance. Hes New Species, Rebecca. He needs his own space and hed have a problem with how close the main house is to the street. I was told he needs quiet living accommodations or the sound of traffic will keep him awake. The guesthouse is all the way at the back of the property and its got all those trees to make it secluded. Hed love it there. I swore to the NSO that Id give him safe, quiet living and your place is perfect. It wont be for that long. Please?

Stunned, Becca just glared at her father. He headed some secret task force that directly worked with the New Species OrganizationNSO for short. Shed never met a New Species but shed seen a few of them on television and featured in newspapers. Her father kept her fuzzy on what he did at work but she guessed it probably was dangerous. Her father had been with the military for twenty-five years, had retired nearly two years before and was an adrenaline junky. He lived for being shot at or to shoot at shit. He found and saved New Species who were still being held captive. Thats about all she knew.

Why would one of them need to be here? All of them either live here at the NSO Homeland or they live up north at the NSO Reservation. Im not stupid, Dad. I read the papers and none of them ever live outside those gates. It would be too dangerous with all the morons who bug them.

Tim frowned. I dont have to explain this to you, baby.

You do if you want me to let someone live in my house for awhile.

A curse broke from his lips. Fine. Do you remember Jessie Dupree?

The wild redhead? Sure. Shes the only woman on your team and I met her a few times when you had them over for drinks for team morale. What does she have to do with some guy wanting to live in my house?

She was hurt on the job and had to be replaced. The NSO offered us one of their people to fill her position. Jessie did the first contact stuff for us when we recovered a New Species POW alive. We thoughtI thoughtthat since we dont have Jessie then we should have a New Species do first contact. The thing is that hell have to live here or wed have to send our only helicopter to get him for every mission. Itd waste funds and resources when we have few to spare. This way hes on the spot when we need him and have to move fast.

Becca let that all that information sink in. POWs? You call them prisoners of war?

What would you call them? My job is to find imprisoned New Species and free them. They arent there for fun and games. They are prisoners and its usually a fight to get them free. He shifted his weight again. Anyway, now that you know the situation, I expect you to get with the program. Im going to go change my clothes while you pack your belongings. Ill be there in about fifteen minutes to help you move. He should be arriving within the hour. He paused and his eyes narrowed. I want you to stay away from him. Thats an order, Rebecca Marie Oberto.

This is why Mom left you and why youre still single eight years after the divorce. Becca was pissed. Do not tell me what to do. Im a grown woman. You get with the program. I can talk to whoever I want, even hang out with him and I dont take orders from you.

You will not. His voice deepened and took on a stern tone. I am your father and you will do what youre told. I have spoken.

Her eyes widened in astonishment. Her hands fisted as she shoved them against her hips. Wow! Really? Youve spoken? Im having flashbacks of my teens and we both know that didnt go so well for you. I sneaked out of the house plenty of times when you refused to allow me to have a life. It didnt work then and it sure as hell wont get you what you want now. Ive spoken.

Damn it, Rebecca Marie. Stop being childish.

Listen up, Dad. Ive been married and I survived burying a husband. I grew up. Im not the kid whose diapers you sometimes changed when you were home on those rare occasions between the wars you couldnt wait to go fight. Do not treat me as though Im still a child. I love you but I swear to God, Ill stop speaking to you if you continue with this line of bullshit. Im not one of your military guys who jump when you say boo. Yes, you have spoken but so have I. Deal with that!

Youre still mad that I wasnt around much when you were a kid? I was working.

You were always volunteering! Dont think I didnt know you asked for the toughest assignments that would keep you out of the house the longest just because you and Mom didnt get along. You were hardly there. I am not angry anymore because I grew up and got over it. What makes me mad is that you were hardly there to tell me what to do as a kid so what makes you think you can pull this crap now? I would rethink it. Stop telling me what to do, where I can live, or who I can talk to.

Hes New Species, Rebecca. Youve learned enough about them to know why I dont want you near him. They were locked up all their lives as test subjects and they were prisoners who suffered physical and emotional abuse. No one could be completely right in the head after that. They are all big and were shoved full of altered shit. Hes going to be part man and animal. Youre a good-looking girl and he will notice that. I dont want you near him and thats an order you will follow. You are not to talk to him or hang out with him.

That did it. Becca laughed. You dont give me orders. I still havent said he could stay in my home. I get why he needs to but that doesnt mean you have the right to lend out my home or make me move back in with you. Its not happening.

You will do as I say.

Her good humor fled. Thats it. Im done. Heres the program youd better get with. He can stay in my guest roomthere are two. Ill give him the one down the hall from my bedroom. Id hate to live in your house so I would never subject anyone else to that. While he is here, I can talk to him if I want. Hell, I can hang out with him. I can do anything I want with him and you cant do a thing about it.

What would you like to do with me? The voice behind her was a deep rumble.

Becca started and turned to gape at the owner of that masculine voice. He was really tall and his straight black hair fell over his broad shoulders to his waist in a silky curtain of hotness. He had to be a good foot taller than her five-foot-five height. His catlike blue eyes met her shocked ones. His cheekbones were prominent, his nose flatter than normal and a set of full lips were curved downward in contemplation. Overall, he was strangely good-looking and really big. The hair was just sexy as could bea bonus.

His skin was a golden tone and she could see a lot of it since he wore a red tank top stretched tightly over a broad chest. Thick, muscular arms were displayed to her appreciative eyes. The guy was built like a body builder or a male stripper. Becca instantly imagined him moving to music and her stomach clenched. Shed definitely put some bills in his G-string.