Free Breanna by Karen Nichols

being made to be oblivious to it in any form. Be glad it’s seeping instead of exploding,” Jase shook his head and decided a work break wasn’t such a bad thing, heading to the back to collect his clothing. He caught sight of the bags on Brea’s bed. “She doesn’t know?”
    “Pretty sure we would have heard the squeals,” Nick chuckled.
    “The healing power she has…..to heal her wrists while semi-conscious….” He said in awe.

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    “There’s some powerful mix inside her, Jase. Instinct guides all of us at some point. I’m just glad it chose that time to push to the surface and keep her from bleeding out before we got to her.”
    “You think her parents might be alive?”
    “I think it’s possible. But they were hurt to the point they couldn’t go to her and keep the magic around her to keep her hidden. In which case, it’s started seeping and now someone knows where she is. They’re in hiding somewhere, we just have to figure out a way to let them know she’s safe and where she is,” Nick carried his own clothing to his bedroom, deep in thought.
    It was six when she called them to dinner using the intercom Jase had demonstrated to her. Nick was in the garage working on his motorcycle and Jase had been in the workout room at the back of the garage. Brea had to admit, it was very satisfying to cook in such a well-equipped, modern kitchen. Not to mention two men who oozed appreciation for her skills.
    She listened to the little voice reminding her that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. And if these two were any indication, it seemed a really easy path to follow, she thought, chuckling to herself when they took their seats and just stared.
    First at her, then at the table.
    “Is something wrong?” Her nerves bounced, trying to read their expressions.
    “Nick? Jase?”
    “Lasagna?” Jase spoke almost reverently.
    “You made us lasagna and garlic bread,” Jase felt his mouth watering and gave 70
    in to it, taking one of the fat sticks with a slice down the center, garlic and butter mingling when he took a large bite.
    “And salad,” she said carefully, drizzling balsamic vinegar over the greens and filling her plate before taking a small slice of the pasta oozing cheese and sauce.
    Nick didn’t wait for a verdict since Jase was already lifting a large slice of the pasta to his plate.
    Brea relaxed when they both sighed and looked at her like she was a goddess.
    They talked about the insane demands of some clients, laughing and eating through the meal. They decided that no matter the type of work, humans managed to make things interesting and a pain in the ass all at the same time.
    Brea had the left over lasagna, which was only two slices, in a container and in the fridge; the four left over breadsticks were in a bag beside it. She considered it a good meal when most of it was gone. She wasn’t sure how, but the three of them managed to work at cleaning up the dishes and starting the dishwasher without crashing into one another, though the joking between the men had her almost bent over laughing. They were like a couple teenagers instead of men running a very successful business based on personal security.
    They ordered her out of the kitchen and finished cleaning things, both of them at their desks when she came out of her bedroom almost the instant they sat down. Both looked up from the papers they were reading through, the stormy expression on her face telling them to go back to work without asking.
    “You can’t keep doing this,” she informed them, though her attention was on 71
    Nick this time. She didn’t waiver; standing there hip cocked to the side, arms crossed over her chest and one foot tapping. She watched them look at one another and then back at her. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, either.”
    “Just think of it as Christmas,” Nick told her, going back to reading the application in front of him and working to keep the grin