All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) (23 page)

“I did, Kris, that slide is your blood. The numbers are processed on the computer screen to your left,” she whispered. “That’s the key, Kristof,” she said once more as she looked at him with hope in her eyes.

Shifting his gaze slowly to the left, he stared at the screen, for a long moment uncomprehending and then it hit him, the gene was fixed, cured, altered…Whatever one wanted to term it. “Oh god,” he breathed out feeling as though he’d been hit by a freight train. “Oh god.” He couldn’t seem to say anything else. They’d found it, they’d found the cure.

Courtney watched him with tears in her eyes. “There’s a catch, though.” And she wasn’t certain they could clear it up. “I think that it will mean that they can only be cured with their mate’s DNA, Kris. I’m not sure that we can synthesize the cure en masse, but more individually.”

“It’s better than nothing,” he whispered softly as he stared at the screen. “It’s a start, Courtney, it’s better than what we had an hour ago, a day ago, hell, a month ago, love. We’re further ahead than we’ve ever been,” he murmured.

“And it’s all because of your brilliant son.” Courtney had to give credit where credit was due and that certainly was their son. It seemed he was the one who knew the key the whole time, he was her husband’s savior.

“I think he gets his smarts from you, love, at least you were listening to him,” Kristof said, speaking the cold, hard truth of the matter. “I wasn’t there, instead I was in here going around in circles, all the while he had the answer and was telling it to you. I should have listened to you, love, and slept and dreamt with you instead of frying what few and obviously weak brain cells I have left.”

“Don’t, Kris.” Courtney lay her hand on his arm. “He wouldn’t have had it if I had you in our dreams, I’m sorry, but that’s the truth of the matter. I was so focused on solving the issue that it consumed me.” And thusly gave their son everything there was to pull the information from.

Looking to her, he nodded slowly and sighed. “I suppose you’re right,” he murmured softly. Shifting he picked up her hand and gently tugged her closer to him. Kissing her lightly he hugged her closer to him. “I love you, Courtney, thank you for having all the smart genes in this relationship.”

“And thank you for having all the sexy and hot and wow genes,” she countered with a grin. “I mean, come on, look at you, Kristof, you are the hottest and sexiest man ever born.”

“I’m okay, I suppose, as long as my brothers aren’t too close to counteract what little charm I have,” he murmured with a half-smile. “But at least I have the most beautiful, graceful, and charming female around.”

Laughter bubbled inside of her. “You seriously are forgetting our first dance. We dance so well together because I was on your toes most of the night.”

“Good point,” he said, standing up and backing her up a little. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her in close to him. Dancing slowly, even though there was no music, he eased them around the space.

Courtney knew that this was how they would spend their lives. Laughing, loving, experimenting, discovering, and dancing. Together. Always and forever she knew she would never again walk alone.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

Poetry was her first love lasting about three solid years, don’t ask, she won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind, she started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

Life and family came next, working full time as a Customer Service Representative and raising two children got in the way and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

So several years past and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

As with all great things the door to her notebook written word might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

Honor spends many a sleepless nights pounding at the keyboards. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career however at night her visions swing to the fantastical and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

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