Page 18 of Grayson's Angel

Chapter 8

Three days had passedsince Grayson’s rental truck exploded in front of Kara’s eyes.

Grayson had taken the brunt of the fall when he pulled her to his chest. The explosion was so loud that it rattled all the buildings in a two-mile radius.

Kara felt eyes on her after the explosion. If Hank hadn’t shown up, Rovshan would’ve used the explosion to kidnap her again. Grayson came to a couple seconds after his head hit the pavement. He refused to go to the hospital.

Kara protested. She wanted him to go to the hospital in Bozeman and have a CAT scan. Grayson compromised and saw a doctor at the local clinic.He had a mild concussion and would need someone to check on him throughout the night. His knee, which had been injured in his last mission as a SEAL, had been wrenched when he hit the ground.

Kara and Grayson had come to a comfortable normal in the three days they’d been staying at Hank’s cabin. In the kitchen, Kara was working on dinner. She was making a cheese lasagna with salad, while Grayson worked on his laptop. Each day, they took turns cooking. The previous night, he had made pasta carbonara, with noodles from scratch. His cooking was unbelievable.

She looked up from stirring the red sauce when she heard Grayson swear under his breath.

“Did you get the information we have been waiting for?” Kara asked. She was nervous to find out what Grayson’s brother could dig up.

Grayson didn’t look up from his laptop. She could hear his fingers tapping on the keyboard at a rapid speed. She assumed was he was communicating back and forth with his brother.

When he finally looked up, his eyes held pity. “Yes.”

Kara turned the stove to warm then started around the marble island, but before she could reach him, Grayson lowered the lid to his laptop. His brows were drawn together, and his fists were clenching and unclenching.

“Why did you close the laptop? What are you trying to hide from me?”

Grayson reached up, pinched his brow, and dragged out her name. “Kara…”

“That is my name. Now tell me what that laptop has to say.” She had her hands on her hips, and her right foot was tapping against the tile floor.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this.” Grayson waved his hands at the computer. “This report will change everything you know.”

“Was I adopted?”

“No.”

“Was I kidnapped at a young age?”

“No.”

“Am I part alien? I did one of those DNA spit tests. Part of my DNA came back unknown. I could be an alien.”

“The information in the report explains why Rovshan wants you as his bride.”

Grayson pulled her into the living room. When they reached the brown leather couch, he sat down and tugged her onto his lap.

“I don’t know where to start.” Grayson’s voice was reserved, unlike that of the man she had been around the last three days. That man headed into things full force and took charge.

Kara rested her head on his chest, taking in his masculine smell. “Please tell me what is going on.”

“Do you know much about the history of the ranch you grew up on?”

Grayson’s question brought up a memory she hadn’t thought about in years. When she was younger, her grandfather used to tell her tales about hidden treasures buried somewhere on the farm. She and her grandfather would spend Sunday mornings after church looking for the treasure.

Kara’s grandfather had passed away when she was ten. The thought of finding the treasure didn’t mean as much without her grandfather to share it with. She had stopped looking for it once he was gone.

“My grandfather would tell me stories about hidden treasure on the ranch. Mom used to laugh and tell him to stop believing old wives’ tales.”

Grayson shifted on the leather couch and wrapped his arms around her tighter. “They weren’t old wives’ tales.”

A bubble of laughter erupted from Kara. “You're telling me there is a treasure.” She was gasping for air from her laughter. “Then why the fuck is my father trying to sell me for a debt?”

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