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still imbedded within her mind and causing her stomach to do the samba. I need to go
shopping because we need to restock the kitchen. We have no fresh food in the house.
I ll go, My Kendall. You need to rest.
Kendall paused on her way to the front door to turn and look at him standing in her living
room with the bulk of their luggage spread out about his feet.
Suddenly, she couldn t catch her breath. The room seemed to spin and she felt a little weak in
the knees. This was happening all too fast!
I think I need a little time for myself, Flame. Her voice was a bit shaky though she tried to
hide it.
What is wrong, My Mistress? Concerned, Flame began to walk towards her. Her sudden
pallor worried him. If she was ill, he could find a way to help. Maybe this hospital of hers
would be the place to take her.
Nothing, Flame, she replied as she backed up to the door and fumbled with the knob.
Unable to see what she was doing, she turned and tried to wrench the door open.
Suddenly she had two children and a man to shop for, to worry about, and to care about.
There would be changes in her life and in her in her house! Midnight feedings, diaper
changes, toilet training, dating& it was all too much. She had to get away!
And what about his sister and her squad of hired goons coming here to kill him? Would her
life ever be normal again?
The warm press of his hands against her shoulders helped calm her somewhat as she pressed
her head to the cool surface of the wooden door.
I understand, Kendall, came Flame s gentle assurance. I have invaded your life and taken
a large part of it in such a short time.
He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze. So
many new things must be difficult to deal with.
You are not difficult to deal with, was her muffled reply. It was a bit hard talking when
your face was plastered against a front door.
It is a difficult situation, My Mistress. We have overwhelmed you with our problems and I
understand your desire to be alone. As a young man, I often felt the burden of my existence
and sought the solitude of my own company to put my life into perspective. I begin to think
that you need to do the same, my proud, brave Kendall.
I don t feel brave, she responded in a shaky voice. I feel...I don t know what I feel. I know
that I love you, but...I just don t know.
Then go and sort out your feelings, My Mistress. I will be here waiting for you and loving
you. You are ever in my heart, My Kendall.
He pressed another kiss to the top of her head and stepped back, allowing her freedom.
Kendall eased the door open and slowly stepped out into the early evening air. She had some
thinking to do, just to put her new life into perspective and grocery shopping would give her
the time she needed to do just that. Firm decisive action was what was needed. The old
Kendall reasserted herself and combined with the new Kendall, the one without inner self-
doubts....Watch out world!
Holding her head high, she gamely strode to her minivan determined to put her thoughts in
some semblance of order, or die trying.
Flame mournfully watched as Kendall drove off in her vehicle. He had changed so many
things in her life in such a short time, that he felt a little guilty, okay...a lot guilty.
He realized that she never thought to have children or a family and suddenly over the time
span of a few days, she had both. He knew that she loved him, but was love enough?
The soft wail of his son drew his attention back to the present. He could tell Ember s
demanding cry from Spark s quiet sobs of need almost as well as his Kendall could. Then
Ember s voice joined her brother s and the solo became a duet. He put aside his musings for
later. His children needed to be changed and fed. He turned and walked up the stairs to see to
his son.
Flame had Ember nodding off in her cube in one of Kendall s spare bedrooms and Spark
bouncing on his shoulder when there was a knock at the door. Expecting to see Kendall, he
eagerly raced down the stairs and opened the door only to have a weepy-eyed female hurl
herself at him.
Instinctively stepping back to protect his child, he neatly avoided having the woman land on
him. The loud thump of her hitting the floor caused him to look down to see who this woman
was. Obviously she was not of Testrios with all the crying and sobbing that she was doing,
but something about her seemed familiar.
Caressa? he questioned with an arched eyebrow as the woman raised her tear- streaked
face.
Oh, Flame! she cried as she pulled herself to her knees. I thought you were Kendall. I
want my sister! Fresh tears streamed down her swollen face.
Flame was at a loss. Kendall crying nearly broke his heart and left him feeling like a helpless
fool; this woman s caterwauling merely made his head hurt.
Still patting Spark on the back, he continued to look down at the woman, waiting for some
inspiration to strike and tell him what to do about her. He knew that Kendall did not want to
see this particular woman any time soon, but she was her sister. Did he have the right to make
her leave the premises?
Aren t you going to help me up? You re the one who made me fall in the first place! she
sobbed pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes and pulling herself to her knees.
When Kendall did that, his heart melted and he wanted to press her close to his heart to
alleviate some of her pain. When this woman did it, it looked...well...childish.
I believe you threw yourself at the first object you saw, Mist...Caressa, and I removed Spark
from the danger that you presented. My first duty is to my son. I will help you if you but
allow me a moment to see to his needs.
Then Flame really began to like Earth. If this had happened on Testrios, he would have been
severely reprimanded for not finding a way to see to Spark and to this woman at the same
time. Here, she was wrong and he could point that fact out to her without fear of reprisal.
Yes, he was really beginning to enjoy being an Earthling.
I can get up without your help! came her petulant reply as Caressa pulled herself to her feet
with an air of injured dignity. You men are all alike anyway. When you get what you want,
you all act like spoiled children.
Flame shook his head in confusion. Who said that he wanted something from her and that he
wanted her to behave like this? Who was acting the spoiled child?
That is ironic, Caressa, since it is you who was lying on the floor in tears.
Flame felt that it was only right to point that fact out to her. He watched as the heat of
embarrassment caused her face to redden and nicely match her bloodshot eyes.
If you would like to step inside, I will see to your comfort until Kendall returns home.
Gathering together the tatters of her pride, Caressa threw her head back and quietly strode
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