Free Emerald Fire by Valerie Twombly Page B

heard of someone coming back once they’d left their world.
    “Brock’s broken heart has kept me grounded here. I can’t move on until he lets go. You are his last hope.”
    Nothing like a little guilt to spice up the pot. “I’m so sorry.” Suddenly, she felt her face flush for what she and Brock had done last night. Had Mina been witness to it? “I-I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”
    “He needs to move on. You are his new potential, Sarah. This will be difficult for him, and he is going to need your help.”
    “Are you saying I should choose him? I’m not sure he can ever love me like he does you.” Saying the words hurt.
    “Don’t give up on him so easily. Brock’s heart is full of love. He just needs to be reminded how much he has to give.”
    Sarah dropped her head into her hands. She was already falling in love with Brock, but was it real? Did she even know what love was? Brock was right. She had to give Elias a chance.
    “I’m so confused.” She lifted her head and found the room empty. She swiped the back of her hand over her eyes and wondered if she’d imagined Mina. Realizing she had a harder choice to make now than before, she poured paint into the pan. It would be a long day, and right or wrong, she would be sleeping with another man tonight.

Chapter Nine
    Sarah had spent the afternoon alone and managed to finish painting most of the upstairs. Now, she let the hot water caress her skin, washing away all the dirt and sweat from the day’s work. She only wished her troubles would go down the drain along with the soap bubbles. She still hadn’t come to any conclusions regarding her mate problem, other than be careful what you wish for. She’d gone from longing for her mate to having to choose between two. Many women would kill for such a dilemma, but she wouldn’t wish this on even her worst enemy.
    The men had left earlier, going to their respective homes to clean up and would be coming back to her house later. Anticipation zinged across her skin when she thought about what was in store for her. Though her mind wasn’t sure, it was obvious her body was. Already moisture coated the fleshy lips between her thighs, and it took every ounce of strength she had not to push her fingers into her core and bring satisfaction. No, she needed to save her pleasure for later.
    Sarah stepped from the shower and ran a towel across her skin. Glancing at the clock, she realized she’d taken too much time. Brock and Elias would be here in a half hour. She quickly ran a comb through her hair then headed to the dresser. Pulling open the drawer, she fingered a soft tee.
    “No. This will never do.” She pushed it closed and opened the one above it. A smile formed on her lips, and she reached for the black, matching bra and thong. No sooner had she pushed the material up her thighs and settled it on her hips, than the doorbell rang. She did a quick glance in the mirror then headed down the stairs, positive they wouldn’t mind if she greeted them in her underwear.
    When she flung open the door, magic swarmed her and sent bumps across her flesh. Brock and Elias weren’t wasting any time in getting the party started. Sarah was unable to tell yet whose magic belonged to whom, but hopefully after tonight, she’d have no trouble.
    “Come in.” She held the door wide so the two could enter. Her eyes swept over both men. Brock wore faded jeans that hugged the shape of his ass and a gray tee. Elias had on dark denim that didn’t hide his growing arousal and a black T-shirt. Both men looked good enough to lick, and their scent made her mouth water. It took her a minute to realize they were staring at her.
    “Do you always greet your guests in such attire?” Elias asked.
    Sarah raised her chin. “And so what if I do?” She was feeling defiant, and everything would now be a test. How would each man react to certain situations? Would Elias be a control freak? She looked deep into his eyes and waited his