Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and experience everything human. Particularly Samantha. His gaze returned to her and lingered, absorbing every molecule of her.
    She looked up at him, a bold eyebrow arched in question and he realized he'd committed a social no-no by staring at her. He glanced into the cup and welcomed the aroma with his absorption powers on high.
    “It’s coffee.” Samantha's good-humored voice touched him with nearly physical properties.
    Toren looked up to find her three paces closer with a bemused look on her face. A look that said Toren was failing once more as a human, much less a cowboy. “Sorry, I just haven’t had coffee in forever.”
    Samantha scanned him with a quizzical gaze. “Where are you coming from?”
    Prison? He felt the word on the tip of her tongue. But it wasn’t entirely serious, mostly curious, and he sensed she withheld the word because it wasn’t an appropriate reply. He searched for something proper and suitably indirect to say. “Judging by the storm on the horizon, I’d say from heaven and in the nick of time.”
    Kassie laughed and yet Toren felt the sad thread running through it. She was lonely deep down in her soul. He resisted the urge to use more of his powers to figure out why and kept his gaze leveled on Samantha’s keen stare. He grimaced at his first sip of the dark brown liquid, burnt and bitter flavored. A man’s drink no doubt, and an acquired taste. It must take a very long time to acquire the taste.
    “Well you got that right. Are you ready to head out? I’ve got a million things to do and only a minute to do them in. And the only man standing on the ranch, besides you now, is busy fasting and praying the flu epidemic away.”
    Toren smiled at that bit of gold. She thought the one doing the praying was a hypocrite and hated that sort of person. Beautiful. There'd be no competition for her affections from that direction. “Well, maybe he was praying for help. And here I am.”
    She snorted. “How did you know to come? Did God tap you on the shoulder and say, hey, hot dude dressed like a cowboy, go on down to the C-Bar and help the woman in distress? Or did you read my ad on the computer?”
    He grinned fully. She called him hot. That was the slang equivalent for sexy. “I did read your ad.”
    She gave him a no shit nod. “And if God heard anybody’s prayer, it was mine, not that arrogant self-righteous Spartan prick's who’d rather stay on his knees praying than get his ass out and help me save my ranch. Like God can’t hear people when they’re walking or working. What a moron.” Sam looked at Kassie. “Mark my word, the second Daddy dies,” she raised both hands, “not saying I want him to anytime soon, but it'll happen eventually, want it or not, and when he does, that bastard is so fired." Her eyes flashed with passion and anger. Clearly she had no use for the man.
    Toren looked forward to meeting the moronic bastard simply for the entertainment factor. Meanwhile, Samantha's strong voice swirled the mercury hot inside him. She was like a fire in his spirit and his shield wanted to wrap around her entirely and sink into her pores, hungry to learn everything about her. She definitely had something it wanted and once again, Toren could hardly contain his excitement to give it exactly what it needed. What that actually was remained to be discovered. “I love a women with a plan. I’m entirely at your disposal. Use me however you like.” He smiled, making clear he meant the double entendre, and that he'd be glad to give her ideas.
    Something sparkled in her blue eyes and Toren heard her pulse accelerate.
    “Oh my.” Kassie gave a mischievous giggle. “However you like Sam, you heard him.”
    “Loud and clear.” Samantha walked to the sink and turned it on. "I'll have to think up something real interesting." Eyes still sparkling, she leaned and drank water straight from the running faucet.
    Toren angled his head, mesmerized by the way the water slid across her lips and