Free My Wish - Time Guardians Book One by Sahara Kelly Page B

sweet, it is not you. It is just that sometimes, in our quarters, we wonder if there is not something more—or if we are destined to spend eternity going from one client to another, never remembering the warmth or the love that we share with her..."
    Alana reached out and grasped both their hands. "I wish I could find a way to help with that problem," she said, "because I want you to remember how much I've come to love you both."
    As she said the words she knew they were true. These two gorgeous, metaphysically impossible men had worked their magical way into her heart with their loving and touching and above all, their caring.
    A thought flashed through her mind.
    "What am I going to do without you?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, God, how am I going to let you go?"
    Sami cleared his throat awkwardly and Hari looked down at the table, both clearly affected by Alana's cry.
    "If I just stop coming, will that mean you'll have to stay longer?" she asked, looking at Hari and then at Sami.
    "It doesn't work that way, my delight," answered Sami sadly. "As we sleep, our experiences are...are...I guess the best way to describe it is 'downloaded' by our Guardian—he monitors our progress with you. That's how we knew it was time to move on to the next phase."
    "You mean somebody is watching us?"
    "Not exactly," said Hari. "He is the Guardian, and it is his assigned duty to keep an eye on his Djinns—for our safety as much as anything else."
    "Hmph. Sounds like a case of Big Djinn is watching , to me." She got up from the table and moved to wash her mug in the sink. Her mind was in turmoil, buzzing and worrying and turning this problem over and over. She hadn't gotten to be a successful small businesswoman without coming up with some innovative ideas. Somehow she had to do something for Hari and Sami. What that something was, she didn't quite know yet, but she was determined—she had a goal. God help anything or anybody that stood in her way.
    Without thinking, she hit the remote for her music—a routine move she'd been doing every morning at her sink forever. Her playlist kicked in where it had left off and strains of the timeless Bee Gees hit filled the air.
    Before the brothers Gibb could announce that you could tell they were men from the way they walked, Hari and Sami had the table pushed back and were moving— discoing actually, in her kitchen. Her jaw dropped.
    They were good. No, strike that, they were great . Chippendales could have cleared a fortune off these guys.
    Two sets of strong arms swung to the disco beat and two sets of feet whirled and stomped. Sami twisted and turned—music video producers would have eaten their hearts out for some of his moves.
    Like a polished performer, he dropped to his knees and bounded back up again, strutting in rhythm like a dude with a bad case of Saturday Night Fever. But if Sami was the showman, Hari was the Lord of the Dance.
    Elegant and austere, his moves were more sensual—his muscles danced as much as his body did—and when they both turned around and waggled their butts at her, it was too much.
    Her mouth watered, and she wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of those wonderful firm cheeks, even though they happened to be clad in pants at that moment.
    The Village People were now lauding the benefits of the Y.M.C.A. What the heck had gotten into her when she'd uploaded this playlist, anyway? Retro fever?
    Alana burst out laughing as both Hari and Sami broke into an amazingly lifelike routine to the belting rhythm of the song. Her feet tapped on the floor and she clapped her hands, giggling as Sami bobbled his eyebrows in time to the beat.
    The sound of Alana's doorbell froze everyone in their tracks—with the exception of the Village People, of course, who had never frozen for a second since 1969.
    Sami hurriedly turned the volume down. "Shit—did you put up shields?"
    "No—I thought you did."
    "I thought you did. Omar's balls."
    "Fuck."
    "Sorry, Alana," said