Free Alien Tryst by Cynthia Sax Page B

Her hair was as black
as Kane’s, her lips spreading into a wide, welcoming smile.
    She doesn’t know about the danger, about the risk she’ll
be taking. Eshe glanced at Kane. He smiled at his mother, love radiating
from him, and wistfulness filled her. Will he ever look at me with love,
with caring?
    “Are you ready to do this?” Kane asked.
    “No,” she answered honestly. “This might not work, my One.” I
could kill his beloved mother, destroy any feelings he has for me.
    “We have no other options.” Kane grabbed the duffle bag from
the backseat, exited the Hummer and slammed the door behind him, metal ringing against
metal, the sound ominous. His father parked his truck behind their vehicle,
preventing any escape.
    Not that we can escape. Eshe pushed on her
sunglasses, pressing them against the bridge of her nose, ensuring her unusual
eyes, the eyes Kane claimed were beautiful, remained concealed. He’s right.
We have no other options.
    Eshe opened the door and jumped to the ground, the heels of
her boots sinking into the soft soil. Is my science sound? Her stomach
churned with doubt and her body ached.
    “You must be the reason our son is shirtless.” Kane’s mother
smiled at her, her gaze lingering on Eshe’s T-shirt. “And why he made that
emergency stop.”
    “I’m sorry.” Her face heated.
    Kane’s father chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. His mother
and I have made plenty of emergency stops in our day.” He nudged Kane’s
shoulder. “We thought that gas-guzzling monster vehicle of yours finally broke
down. That’s why I was driving out to give you a ride…and a rough time.”
    Kane glanced at her and Eshe saw his dread. She clasped his
free hand, trying to relay her support. I’m here. You’re not alone.
    His mother’s gaze dropped to their linked fingers and her smile
widened. “I’ve been waiting for this day, Son.”
    “No, you haven’t,” he replied, his expression deathly
serious. “There’s a situation.” He took a deep breath, his chest rising and
falling. “Grandfather isn’t human.”
     
    Kane waited for the jokes, the disbelief, anything. There
was nothing, silence stretching. “Grandfather is an alien.”
    “They prefer to be called off-worlders,” his mother
corrected, exchanging a speaking glance with his father. “More specifically, Orogone .”
    “You knew.” Kane staggered backward, his legs weak, and
Eshe’s grip on his hand tightened, reminding him he wasn’t alone. “And you
didn’t tell me?” Their betrayal cut him deep. They were his family , his parents .
    “Your grandfather told us everything before he disappeared.”
His mother didn’t meet his gaze. “I wish he hadn’t.” The morning breeze
fluttered her simple print dress, her weekend wear as she called it. “There’s
nothing we can do and the waiting, the wondering if every day might be my last,
your last, is tortuous. I thought it better if you didn’t know. You could
continue to live a normal life.”
    “A normal life?” Kane snorted. “I’ve never been normal. You
must have known that.”
    His mother’s face paled. “I suspected. Kane.” She reached
out to him.
    “No.” He moved closer to Eshe, away from his parents. He
loved them, he’d always love them, but he hurt too much to be comforted. “You
were wrong about there being nothing we can do. Eshe has uncovered a way for
humans to be transferred to Orogone .”
    “Eshe,” his parents repeated.
    “It might or might not work.” She removed her sunglasses,
placing the eyewear in the pocket of her baggy pants.
    His parents stared at her. His father sucked in his breath
and his mother placed a hand over her gaping mouth.
    “Eshe is an Orogone scientist.” Kane placed an arm
around his woman. “She’s my One, my destined mate.” She met his gaze, the
red-and-blue flames in her black eyes burning brightly. “I love, trust and
believe in her.”
    “You shouldn’t believe in me.” Her voice was soft.