Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) (33 page)

Charl moved to the end of the bed and looked at her. He looked into her eyes; they were filled with love, dark with passion, and to his great relief, empty of pain.

“You are beautiful, my love. Are you sure this is what you want?” Charl asked.

Marla didn’t say anything. She merely rolled to the side, grabbing a pillow to cushion her chest, as she raised her ass in the air while lowering her shoulders. Charl moved up onto the bed. He moved his own limbs around hers, caging her in. Taking one hand, he fit himself to her and thrust home. Her tissues were swollen from her earlier orgasms, which made her very tight. Charl didn’t know how long he would be able to hold on, the sensations coursing through him nearly sent him over the edge.

As Karlo waited, he drank in the sight of his brother and their shared mate. He listened to her passionate responses, the little sounds she made as they pleasured her. He knew their future would be filled with happiness. The fact that she so readily accepted and loved not only him increased his own joy. He and his brother would be able to look after her, the ranch, and their children. He hoped they would have many children.

Over an hour later, the three of them slept, Marla snuggled in between the two men.

The next day, as anticipated, Marla didn’t wake up until after eleven. By that time, all of her new things were packed up, along with her gifts, and the truck loaded. All she had to do was shower and dress. There was a goodbye brunch and plans were made to get together another time. By one-thirty, they were back on the road heading for home.

“What was going on with Becky and the hotel cameras?” Marla asked them once they were on the road.

Karlo explained about the woman and her two children Jural had found when they were looking for her. She’d heard the story before when she was in the hospital and now it was coming back to her. Unfortunately, it was too late for her to thank them in person. She made a mental note to send them a gift. After all, without that little girl, she might not be alive right now.

When they drove up to the ranch house, she was happy to be home again. She spent a good ten minutes giving Rusty the welcome he felt he deserved.

Cell reception was spotty, so she still had the old landline, a big clunky black dial phone her grandparents had put in more than fifty years ago. Checking the answering machine, there had been a couple of calls from people in town wanting to make sure she was okay. Though she figured what they wanted most was gossip.

And didn’t that make her feel a twinge of guilt thinking badly about them. Still, many of them had allowed Jake to influence them when she needed help and he’d prevented her from getting it. So the guilt didn’t last.

One call she did return was from her attorney. He wanted to see her. He said it was important. When she returned his call, he said he’d come by that evening, if it was okay. Curious, she called him and agreed.

Karlo and Charl insisted on cooking, so after a quick trip out to check on her animals, she went upstairs to unpack all her new things and ended up falling asleep.

When Mr. Edwards arrived, Karlo went upstairs to check on Marla and found her just waking up.

“Hi, honey, did you have a nice nap? Your timing’s perfect, Mr. Edwards has just arrived. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes,” Karlo said.

“Thanks for letting me know. I’ll just be a minute. I’m going to wash my face,” she told him as she got up.

Karlo took her arm and helped her up, giving her a kiss before leaving her. A few minutes later, she entered the kitchen. She still couldn’t wear a bra, so she’d put a sweater on over her t-shirt so Mr. Edwards wouldn’t be embarrassed.

“Hi, Mr. Edwards, would you like to join us for dinner?”

“No—thank you, though. I need to get on home. I just wanted to let you know I’ve filed the papers with the court to close the probate. There are a few papers you need to sign and then I’ll be on my way.”

“At least let me offer you something to drink. Some iced tea?”

“Fine, that would be just the thing. It’s been a warm day.”

“Why don’t the two of you sit outside on the porch and I’ll bring the iced tea out to you?” suggested Karlo.

They nodded their thanks and went to sit at the table and chairs set at the corner where the porch wrapped around the back of the house. Marla really liked to sit there and look out over the ranch. There was just enough elevation to give her a bit of a view.

Once they were seated and the ice tea served, Mr. Edwards brought out a small accordion file and opened it, taking out one piece of paper and a pen. He also removed two envelopes and set them aside.

“Congratulations, by the way, on your wedding. I can see that Karlo loves you. And if I didn’t say so before, I’m really happy to see you’re alright. Many were fooled by Jake O’Brien. I’m glad you were able to see through him. Are you recovered from your ordeal?”

“Just a few bruises, I’ll be fine. Getting all of this out of the way will help. I won’t have it hanging over my head anymore.”

“Well, then we’ll just finish up this last thing and I’ll get out of your way. Now, as I told you before, I’ve filed all of the paperwork at the courthouse. I did that this morning after I was informed of the wedding. I just need you to sign, acknowledging that, and also the receipt of these two envelopes,” he said, handing her the pen.

Marla didn’t even bother reading the entire document. She trusted Mr. Edwards to look after her interests. Wanting to put this behind her, she took the pen and signed her name on the line next to the peel-and-stick arrow.

Putting down the pen, she leaned back in her chair and took a long drink of her iced tea. Yeah, the trials and tribulations of the will were behind her. Still, it also meant the last thread connecting her to her grandfather had been cut. Her attention had wandered and Mr. Edwards brought her back when he picked up the two envelopes and held them out to her.

Marla reached to take them. They both had her name on them. The first had a number one in the corner and the second had a number two.

“Do me one last favor and open them in order,” he said, folding the paper she had signed and putting it in his inside suit pocket along with his pen.

“The papers left in the file are your copy of the will and a few other documents you’ll need. I’m going to leave you to open those on your own. You take care now,” he said.

Getting up out of his chair, he patted her shoulder before leaving.

Marla didn’t say goodbye to him. She was staring at the first envelope. She recognized the handwriting; it was her grandfather’s. Laying down the second envelope, she turned the first one over and, working her finger under the flap, she slit the end and pulled out the paper inside.

Dear Marla,

Well, you’re probably sore at me, cursing my name for putting that wedding clause in my will. I’ll admit you have every right; it was mighty presumptuous of me. My only excuse, weak as it is, is that I wanted you to have what I found with your grandmother and your Pa found with your Ma. You spent so much time looking after us; you never paid attention to the men staring after you.

Anyway, I’m hoping you’ve found your special someone and I’m here to tell you, it doesn’t matter. That clause in the will wasn’t serious, as if I would keep your heritage from you for a band of gold. No, honey, the ranch is yours, either way. I only wish your Gran and I could have seen you married off.

One more thing, and then I won’t be pestering you anymore. The ranch wasn’t in as bad a shape as I let on. When you were born, we started a trust fund for you. That’s why I always insisted on having our accountant do your taxes. The second envelope has the paperwork on that. I knew you didn’t want to raise cattle the way I did, so I sold off the stock and added that in along with the insurance money from your folks’ accident. You’ve a nice little fund to get you started with the llamas and the yaks or whatever they are, small joke. I did research when you weren’t lookin’ at the alpacas and I know you’ll do really well.

The ranch is in good hands for another generation. I made sure you’d start clean. You already know the mortgages are all paid off, as well as the taxes, and all my personal bills. If God lets me, Gran and I will be checking in on you now and then. For now, don’t worry about me. I’ve been missing my Anna and it’s time my boy and I had a long talk. I’ll be telling him and your Ma all the stories my Anna hasn’t told them already.

Gramps

Marla didn’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks. Charl did when he came out to tell her dinner was ready. Seeing them, he sat down and put his arms around her.

“What’s wrong? Did Mr. Edwards have bad news?”

She didn’t answer him. Handing him the letter, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and reached for the second envelope. When she finished reading the papers and comprehended all her family had done for her, the tears came back full force. She had over six hundred thousand dollars in a trust fund account available for her immediate use.

“Why didn’t he say anything to me? He kept this all a secret. He was always so gruff. We could have discussed all my plans for the ranch. I would have loved to talk to him about my plans and pick his brain.”

As soon as the tears fell, she wiped them away as she ranted. Karlo, wondering why they hadn’t come inside to eat, came out to find out what was going on; the food was going to get cold. He took the chair on the other side of Marla. Charl handed him the letter and picked up the papers Marla had let fall from her hand.

Marla wound down and then remained quiet as Charl and Karlo read through all the documents. When they were done, Charl put them inside the folder so they would be kept safe. Then the two of them waited for Marla to speak. The three of them sat quietly, saying nothing for about five minutes.

“I want to go back to HeVan and meet all of your family. We’re going to probably need to do that soon because I want to have a baby. I want us to have a big family. We’ll raise alpacas and children with a few more dogs and cats and maybe a hamster. We’re going to have a wonderful life here on the ranch and make enough visits back so our children can decide where they want to live and what they want to do. Any questions?” she asked, looking back and forth at them.

“I think you always have the best ideas,” said Karlo, leaning forward to kiss her. When she came up for air, Charl pulled her to him for more kisses.

Before anything more was said, Marla’s stomach growled and she giggled. “I thought you guys were cooking dinner. Isn’t it done yet?”

“Come on, Karlo, let’s go feed our lady. Then we can start working on those children,” said Charl.

Laughing, the three of them went inside and into their future.

Nephilim Series

HeVan Sent

Between HeVan and Hell

HeVans to Becky

HeVanly Christmas

Gateway to HeVan

Match Made in HeVan

HeVan & Earth

Take Her to HeVan

The Changelings

Laura's Secret

Book Two — Coming Soon

Time Travel Series — Coming Soon

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The Changelings Book One

By Lucy Kelly

Steven gave his brother one long look. “Agreed.” The two of them had enjoyed the feeling of being grown up when they each got their own rooms a couple of years back when they had moved into this new house. But a sister was important, so they would sacrifice for a couple of months, for her.

It took them about half an hour to find the magazine Steven remembered and then another ten minutes to find the picture their mother had been dreaming over. Pouring over the picture of the pretty room done in pinks and yellows with flower accents, they compared it to the pale blue closet upstairs. At least they had a new crib and other furniture. “Dad was angry when the furniture arrived and it was that pale oak instead of the dark cherry they had ordered. But the oak will look better with these colors, don’t you think?”