Free Seducing Zeb (Tarnished Saints Series) by Elizabeth Rose Page A

restaurant.”
    “And if you want to see the town hall, come on by and I’ll show you what I do as mayor,” Levi added.
    “And of course you’ll want to see the police station. I’ll give you a tour after school,” said Judas’s daughter J.D. snuggling her three-week-old baby to her chest. “I used to work there, so I’m sure dad wouldn’t mind, would you, Dad?”
    Judas’s face lit up with a smile. “Of co urse not, Jaydee. You bring Cat over and I’ll introduce her to the whole town.”
    “Let’s go already,” growled Zeb, putting his hand at the small of Cat’s back and guiding her toward the police car.
    “You didn’t have to be so rude to your family,” Cat said softly as Zeb hurried her away from the crowd.
    “Cat, I’m not trying to be rude, and I know my family has good intentions, but I was hoping we’d have a little time alone before you go off and become everyone’s best friend.”
    “You did?” she asked, surprised to hear him say this. “I thought you were trying to get away from me.”
    He stopped at the squad and opened the front door for her, surprising her again that he wasn’t going to demand she sit in back with the luggage.
    “You’re my wife, Cat,” he said. “And even if it’s only for a few short weeks , I’d like to know a little about the girl I’m married to.”
    “I’d like that,” she said with a nod, thinking that maybe being around his family who accepted her so easily, some of it was rubbing off on him. He closed the door and got into the back seat. Cat was deep in thought on the ride to Zeb’s condo – her new home. And she was also anxious, yet nervous to spend time alone with Zeb. Because she was afraid that she was going to actually like it after all. And if she did, it would only be too painful when she had to give all this up in a few short weeks and go back to living on the streets and all alone again.

    Chapter 8
     
     
    Cat was exhausted by the time they settled into Zeb’s condo on the fourth floor and had all the luggage inside. Judas left them, and now they were alone.
    “So, this is my place. What do you think?” Zeb closed the front door, stepped over the suitcases and led the way to the living room. Cat followed, drinking in the beauty and splendor of the way Zeb lived.
    The front room had charcoal grey couches with grey and orange pillows sitting a top a geometric patterned throw-rug that covered the tiled floor. The rest of the furniture was black, and on one wall was the biggest flat screen TV she’d ever seen. On the other side of the living room she saw wall-to-wall windows and a patio balcony overlooking Lake Michigan.
    The interior was one big room that opened up to a bachelor-type kitchen with stainless steel appliances, state of the art of course, and an island to eat at with bar type stools around it that looked to be art deco, bright green and on a metal pole that could be adjusted up or down.
    “Nice,” she said, taking in the interior of the room. “Expensive.”
    “Wait til you see the bedroom.”
    “Oh.” She didn’t know what to say about that, but followed him anyway to the bedroom where a huge bed that was covered with an ivory white bedspread and burgundy pillows sat low to the ground taking up most the room.
    “Watch this,” he said, picking up a remote off the bedside table. He pushed a button and the lights went on, and with another button soft music spilled forth. “Or if you’re in the middle of . . . something and don’t want to deal with the remote, this will work as well.” He put down the remote and looked upward and gave a command. “ Jeeva, open the blinds,” he said, and a whirring sound was heard and all of the sudden the entire wall seemed to move, as electric blinds moved sideways and revealed wall-to-wall windows.
    “ Who are you talking to?” She looked around the room.
    “Blinds are open, Master Zeb,” came a woman’s voice from somewhe re, and Cat’s eyes opened wide, not able