Healing Fire (5 page)

"I am familiar with some
injuries. I wish to take you to my people. I have not the gems with me that I
need to heal you."

She snorted in disbelief and anger,
finally snapping to her senses. This man affected her yes, but clearly he was
some kind of new age hippy.

"I don't know who you are or
where you're from, but if the best doctors on the planet can't fix my leg, then
I very much doubt yours will be able to."

The corners of his sensual mouth
lifted slightly in a small knowing smile.

"My people are not of this world.
We have magic and medicines beyond human understanding."

"Melor's been telling me about
his home called Kell. It sounds great. He rides horses called stags and is a
warrior in an army. But they fight with swords and not guns, like dad used to
do," Blossom piped in.

Melor turned his head to smile at
Blossom.
Oh good gracious.
Summer's heart fluttered in her chest seeing
him smile, the dimple in his chin, the way his eyes lit up, devastatingly sexy.

"We have not had to fight for
many moons now, little Blossom. We once had a great war that went on for many
generations, but our enemy is now defeated. Our land is now at peace. You will
like it there. The rivers are clear, the air fresh and the twin moons in the
sky at night give everything a silver glow."

Riding on stags, magic crystals,
warriors who fight with swords, medicines beyond human understanding.

Summer sat perfectly still as she
absorbed his words. It was clear she was dealing with a crazy man. Not just any
crazy man--a big six feet six, incredibly sexy, crazy man. She glanced down at
his large hand still resting on her leg and realized he could quite easily snap
her neck and not even be breathing hard.

Summer plastered on a fake smile.

"And, Mr. Melor, how does one get
to your land with these magic crystals?"

"I will not lie to you my lady
Summer, but a portal must be opened between your land and mine. The portals are
created from the magic of our sorcerer. It may be hard for you to believe, but
I am not from your world."

Great
. She had the most attractive alien
man in her living room. She rolled her eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to
believe you, Mr. Melor…but it does sound a little far-fetched."

"I understand if you do not
believe me now. It does not matter. What matters is I can make you well. Do you
not wish to be free from pain?"

Summer felt her eyes narrow. Okay, so
he was some kind of con artist as well.

"I am fine, Mr. Melor. It is none
of your concern."

Melor removed his hand from her leg,
Towering over her reclining form, he stepped back. He bowed his head.

"You need not fear me, my lady. I
would never harm you. Women in my world are revered and precious. It pains me
to see your suffering."

The man had a nerve, spouting all this
alien, I can heal you
crap. She needed to get him out of her home.

"I'll call someone to come and
take you home, Mr. Melor. Is there a lodge or hotel you're staying at? I'm sure
someone has noticed you missing by now."

The mental hospital
.

~ * ~

Jane warned Melor, along with the
other Kell men, when they first came through the portal to earth; not all
humans were open to the idea they were from another planet.

Humans, for the most part, seemed a
straight-laced people of science and technology. Magic and other planets simply
did not play well in their minds. Fantasy and magic existed only as a form of
entertainment.

Melor found it most confusing. But the
main rule Jane had told them was not to tell anyone they were aliens, as they
could be arrested by the human law and locked up.

He couldn't help it; he could not and
would not lie to this stubborn little earth woman. It was so hard to watch her
suffer knowing there was something he could do to ease her pain.

He could not understand why so many
earth women were unaware of their beauty. Of all the human women he'd met,
Summer was simply exquisite. None compared to her, and he wanted her.

His body and soul yearned for closer
contact, and it took great willpower not to reach out and touch her again. She
needed time and space to come to terms with the fact of who he was. He would
prove to her he could be trusted.

From what Blossom told him, her mother
had been suffering for many years, since Summer's first protector was
tragically killed in a transport accident. Clearly, she still mourned his loss.

There were images of the other man
along the mantle of her home; a fine strong looking human male.

A tugging at his arm brought Melor out
of his thoughts. He glanced down to little Blossom.

"Mom said do you need to call
someone?"

"Yes, I thank you. There is one
place I need to contact, if you permit me."

"Knock yourself out." Summer's
tone was dry.

"Although I have seen your
communication devices, I may need assistance in using it."

He watched Summer huff out an
irritated breath. "I'm sure your communication devices on your planet are
far more advanced than ours."

He did not miss the sarcasm in her
words. Melor leaned down, almost an inch from her face. She started and her
eyes widened. Her breath quickened, but not in fear. Oh no, he could see the
flame of desire in her soft grey blue depths. He was pleased he could affect
her like this.

"You will see for yourself when
you come with me."

Her mouth opened as if to make a
retort. His gaze fell to her soft parted lips. It would be so easy to lean in a
little further and taste her. Again, he fought to keep control over what his
body wanted, opposed to his rational mind.

He pulled back, straightened, feeling
every part of his body throb with need. His hardened cock pressed against his
turrets.

"Blossom, could you assist me in
using your telephone?"

The child beamed him a toothy smile.
She needed a father and her stubborn mother needed a protector.

Melor suddenly understood his
Commander Drystan's fierce possessiveness over his lady Jane.

An overwhelming need gripped him to
know everything there was about this small earth woman, learn every inch of her
body. More than anything he wanted to possess her heart, mind and soul. Here
was the one woman he could give his life to in return. He would not let
anything stand in his way of making Summer his.

Chapter
Four

Drystan leaned against the door,
watching the graceful movements of his wife as she prepared the mid-day meal.
From the blessed day he'd first caught her in his arms, to the time he helped
her through her labor to birth their child, she grew more beautiful.

Her heavy sighs alerted him to the
fact she was still unsettled worrying over the lost Melor.

"Are you going to stand there all
day?" She glanced over her shoulder with an elegant raised brow.

"Aye, mayhap I enjoy the view."

She turned her head back, but he knew
she smiled. "I bring good news. Melor is found."

She set down the knife and turned
around.

"Really? And he's okay?"

"It seems he was transported up
the coast of California, unharmed." He wouldn't relay the information a
car hit him. His lady worried too much as it was.

She let out a relieved breath. "Oh,
thank goodness, I was so worried. We should go get him."

"Nay, love, he has requested to
stay where he is for the present. You see, there is a lady he wishes to get to
know better."

Jane's face lit up with a knowing
grin.

"The earthquake was a blessing in
disguise. No one was hurt and he may have found himself a protected."

"This is wonderful. He was so
dejected for not finding his lady, and now… Oh honey, this is wonderful."

"He needs time to convince the
lady and her young daughter to journey back to L.A. as the portal gem. Give him
time. He will contact us when he can bring them down. The portal gem is lost
and will need a journey back to L.A."

Drystan moved in, wrapping his arms around
her. Pulling her softness back against him, he licked lick the outer shell of
her ear. Jane shuddered in response.

"And while we have this time to
ourselves, my love, I was thinking perhaps our little Joy needs a brother."

~ * ~

"Please, Mom, can we keep him. I
really, really like him."

Summer winced at her daughter's
pleading tone. The pills had kicked in, and she was feeling much better. Melor
returned to chopping wood while Summer showered and prepared a stack of
sandwiches for lunch. After lunch she was determined to drive her guest into
Fortuna and leave him there, despite his request he be allowed to stay and help
about the property.

"Baby, he's a grown man, not some
puppy. We can't just keep him."

"I know that. He's super nice and
I bet a hundred times more helpful than Mr. Rickshaw."

Rick Rickshaw came once a week and did
two hours of work, smoked nearly all the time and swore. She kept Blossom
inside when his allotted time came and went. She needed the help to keep the
property from falling into disrepair.

Tyler's life insurance policy was
nearly all gone, eaten up by her expensive medical treatment and her drugs to
ease the pain of her right leg.

She couldn't afford much beyond the
wage she paid Mr. Rickshaw.

Sooner or later she knew she would
have to sell the property and move back to Australia. Knowing Tyler loved this
place made her reluctant to let it go.

Melor was dangerous on her senses and
obviously off his rocker crazy, but so far he'd been nothing but polite and helpful.
He hadn't asked about the weapons she'd taken from him either.

It made her wary of his motives. Who
was he really, and what was he up to? She wasn't stupid, nor would she be
played for a fool.

"Pleeeese, Mom, please?"
Blossom used every weapon in her arsenal, making her eyes big and watery. She
pouted her lip imploringly. It was enough to make even the hardest of hearts
melt.

"He can stay just for now, but if
he puts one foot wrong, he has to go."