Guardian by Kaitlyn O'Connor (ebook e reader txt) 📗

If she tried to tell Dillard, he’djust have her hauled off to a loony farm.

Call the army?

Who the hell did a person call if theysaw something like this?

The UFO people?

God! They were comingin now! Shecouldn’t think of anything in the world that could be done insideof days, weeks, or months if she tried to call someonein.

She damned sure wasn’t up to taking ontwo aliens—lord knew how many—by herself!

A knot formed in herthroat.

Jarrod was part of it.

God! She’dslept with one! Well, tocall a spade a spade—screwed. She was a traitor and besides that ithad been inside of her!

She slowly and carefully stepped awayfrom the door when she saw the blue light flare up again,indicating another arrival.

When she whirled to run, she ran smackinto Jarrod.

Actually, she didn’t realize just atfirst that it was Jarrod.

Because she’d just seen him, or hislook alike, inside the apartment. Jesus! Were there two ofthem?

“What the hell are youdoing?” he growled.

Marilyn shrieked—actually it came outmore as a squeak—and tried to make a hole where he was standing.Fighting free of him when she realized she wasn’t making anyprogress, she slid from his grip, dropped to her hands and knees,and tried to crawl between his mile long legs.

He locked them around her and reacheddown and plucked her from the floor as if she was practicallyweightless when she knew she was far from it.

Holding her ass up.

If only she’d been turned the otherway she could have bitten his dick.

She bet he’d let her gothen!

Before she could do more than suck ina deep breath to scream the house down, something jolted her andher voice froze in her throat.

In fact, everything on herfroze.

And then he simply carried her insidehis apartment and kicked the door closed behind him.

Chapter Ten

Jarrod settled her on a barstool witha back and arms, straightened her up and then bound her to thechair.

She watched him throughout theprocess, unable to move anything but her eyeballs, struggling withthe fear clawing at her vitals.

He grasped her cheeks and tipped herhead back to study her face. “You should begin feeling sensationagain shortly. Are you going to be a good girl, baby? Or am I goingto have to gag you?”

Marilyn blinked at him, struggled tospeak, managed to form her mouth and make sound. “Goo ….” Shewatched his face to see if he’d understood the attempt and triedagain. “B goo.” Please don’t gag me! I’m claustrophobic.

He studied her a moment longer andfinally patted her cheek and left her.

When he moved away, she could see thetwo aliens she’d seen earlier.

With them were two smallerversions.

The two small ones tried to climb upthe female when they discovered she was looking at them. She satdown on the edge of Jarrod’s couch and gathered both of them toher, as if she was comforting them.

The male began making angry sounds andwaving his arms.

Jarrod made similar sounds back athim.

Marilyn didn’t have a clue of whatthey were discussing but it sounded a lot like anargument.

The female said something and bothJarrod and the male alien turned to look at her and then the twosmall ones.

Children.

Marilyn knew immediately that she wasright. They weren’t just small versions, they were youngerversions. But why the hell would they send—or bring—children alongon an invasion?

The little ones kept peeking at herfrom beneath their mother’s arms and she felt a knot of empathyswell in her despite her suspicions.

Poor babies! She could see they werescared. Every time they looked at her, they clung to their motherand hid their faces.

She must look horrible tothem.

Because they sure as hell lookedhorrible to her.

The arguing, if that was what it was,stopped.

Just about the time it did, the doorburst inward and Dillard lumbered through the doorway, gun drawnand extended before him. “Nobody move!” he bellowed.

He hadn’t even gotten the order outwhen a ray shot across the room and hit him center mass. A look ofsurprise crossed his features and then he crumpled to thefloor.

Following the ray to its origins,Marilyn gaped in horror at Jarrod, who had something held out infront of him and had assumed the same stance as Dilliard—like twocowboys having a shootout.

“Oh my god, Jarrod!”Gasping it out instinctively, Marilyn was surprised but distantlygratified that she at least had her voice back—even if it did soundstrange to her ears. “You are going to be in so much trouble! Is he… dead?”

* * * *

Dillard’s inner bloodhound wasthoroughly aroused by the time he’d managed to corner the weirdofor a second attempted interview. He didn’t make any more headwaythan he had the first time around—which told him the guy was acareer criminal even though he couldn’t find a damned thing on him.He was just too damned good at evading any question thrown athim.

The suspicion that he was anundercover cop lingered, though. He’d checked out every databaseavailable for every case currently in the works, every branch ofthe law—nothing.

But it was the very fact that the guyjust didn’t seem to exist anywhere earlier than a few months agothat made Dillard more and more certain that he was badnews.

Either he was just a common thug who’dhad so much practice evading the law that he was a professional. Orhe worked for the government—and he was dirty.

Dillard meant to find outwhich.

So he took it upon himself to stakeoutthe place—talking his partner in to splitting shifts with him sincehe couldn’t very well go to the brass and ask for resources to helphis investigation.

But he was in luck. He hadn’t beenwatching more than a couple of days when the case broke wide openand he was the man on the job when it went down.

Whatever ‘it’ was.

And he was damned if heknew.

But right at 4:00 am, blue lightstarted pulsing in the apartment, escaping the room darkeningcoverings over the windows in slivers that he might have missed ifhe hadn’t been watching that very apartment.

Something was up. Somethingweird.

Just as he was about to get out of hiscar, the weirdo came out his window and started down the ledge likehe was strolling down a damned mile wide sidewalk!

“What the f?”

He walked right over