I imagined the same, Lisa. You remember L, right, we were driving the other day and he got a bit adventurous. I worried, and got the idea of this chapter from that. So, I'm excited it turned out so awesome. Kian is complicated. He has his reasons for being interested in Daven. So, Naomi and the kids, I kind of miss them already, though Daven constantly thinks about them. Don't you just wanna cuddle Aram...hehehe.
The speed chase was fun to write, and at first I kept thinking I can't keep it all in Kian's head...so glad that came out good. Daven is in for a ride and a half.
Chapter Five
Daven cleaned Kian’s wound, concentrating on removing dirt from the raw skin to prevent infection. He used warm cotton balls, at times forced to scrub at stubborn bits. Kian made no sound through the process: no groan, no wince, and no sense of discomfort. Daven stared at the pile of dirty cotton balls on the napkin on the sink. By now, any patient would have cursed him out, or cried out for him to end the torture.
That level of control should have disturbed him. Instead, it
Thanks Lisa, for reading through! And for catching the little discrepancy...wah..my first thoughts coming to haunt me. Now you know, before Zena and Aram were 7 and 5, they were twins...lolz. I fixed it. No twins in this story. Cheers.
Sorry, Geemeedee...sorted. Fighting with the first draft, which had the men dead at Naomi's, but the second draft has them alive. All square now. Thank you for noting that.
There's a whole can waiting to open, but for now, the immediate fire is put out. Kian and Daven need to find trust between them, really hard to do considering... Thanks Puppi.
Chapter 4
Daven wanted to hate Kian. He really did. The man had pointed a gun at him, and pulled the trigger without a flinch. So, why did he now smile so handsomely at Naomi, and listen to her with such attention.
“Your house is beautiful,” Kian told Naomi. “You must have spent a lot of time on it.”
Naomi’s gaze brightened, looking around the kitchen with pride.
“I wanted to make it as comfortable as I could, but you still have to have style even in comfort.”
“You got style,” Kian