High Energy by Joy, Dara (easy to read books for adults list .TXT) 📕

responded shrewdly. "Energy is the essence of life."

"Yes, and it takes a profound amount of energy to create a new life." He gazed

down at the top of Zanita's head. "I suppose that's what makes the existence of

life so very precious." Zanita turned to look up at him and their eyes met in a

moment of pure understanding.

"So healing has a place in all this?" LaLeche smiled.

"I believe so," Tyber replied. Although not your brand of healing.

"Excellent!" LaLeche rubbed his hands together. "This has really been a most

enlightening evening." Everyone concurred. Zanita privately thought it was Tyber

who had been enlightening.

"But it's far from over." Kim stretched her long legs out. "What was it you were

saying about energy and sex and all, Tyber?"

A dimple popped into his cheek. "Well…" Zanita elbowed him in the gut. "Umph.

It, ah, it's getting kind of late. Zanita and I really have to get going…."

"You're leaving?" Kim pouted.

"Yes," Zanita answered for them. "We're visiting some friends and really have to

get back." She impaled Kim with a frosty glare. "So sorry."

"We'll be back tomorrow," Tyber added helpfully. Zanita threw him a disgusted

look.

John stood up with them. "Too bad you have to leave, though. Zanita, maybe you

and I can take a walk tomorrow through the woods. I'd like to show you a perfect

place for meditating I found this afternoon."

"We'll see," Tyber responded, placing his hands on her shoulders.

LaLeche walked them to the door, gushing fondly over them. "I'm so glad you both

came. We'll resume the sessions tomorrow around two in the afternoon. See you

then."

As soon as they were in the truck driving to the inn, Tyber issued a

proclamation straight from the quarter deck. "You're not going walking with him

through the woods tomorrow."

Zanita faced him, surprised by his attitude. He seemed so nonchalant in the

cabin when John had suggested it. "What if he has some information for the

article—"

"No."

Zanita sighed. There was that pirate streak again. "Tyber, you can be very

unreasonable when you want to be."

He did a double take. "What does that mean?"

"It means, sometimes you are unreasonably reasonable, and other times you are

reasonably unreasonable, but right now you're unreasonably unreasonable."

Tyber muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "doomed

to disorder" and that he was an "entropic victim."

Moonlight filtered across the bed through the open curtains.

Tyber leaned over Zanita, letting the tip of his finger trace the center line of

little ribbons and bows on her thin cotton nightgown.

He sighed. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"As much as I think this nightgown is pretty and sexy and downright

irresistible, I have to ask myself why you're wearing it."

"Don't be ridiculous." She pushed his hand away.

Tyber raised his eyebrows.

"Something I said?" She remained silent. "Ahh. Something I did."

She turned her face to the window.

He turned it back.

"What did I do, baby?" His open mouth brushed tenderly along her jaw. She

stiffened under him.

"You know very well what you did!"

The corners of his mouth curved slightly. "Why don't you refresh my memory?"

She shoved at his chest, pushing him away from her. "Did you have to smile like

that?"

Tyber peered at her, cautiously bewildered. "I beg your pardon?"

"And well you should!"

"What are you talking about?"

"As if you didn't know!"

Tyber looked up at the ceiling and counted to ten. "Let's start over, okay?"

She stuck her chin in the air. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No."

Zanita gasped in horror.

"Yes!"

This time she threw her pillow at him.

"I mean…" Tyber put his hands up beseechingly. "I don't know? Dammit, what

answer am I suppose to give here?"

"You're so smart, you figure it out." She gave him her shoulder, turning on the

bed.

He put his hand on her arm, turning her back. "What is the matter with you?"

She glared at him. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Humor me."

"All right." She sat up, crossing her arms over her chest, unwittingly pushing

her breasts up against the scooped neckline of her nightgown.

Tyber's sights fell to those breasts and remained there a second too long. "I'm

listening."

"I am not talking to the top of your head. This is just what I'm talking about!"

Tyber locked eyes with her. "I'm glad one of us knows what it is."

"That look!"

"What look?"

"The one you just gave my… chest."

His brow furrowed. "You don't like me looking at you?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Tyber rubbed his ear. "Does that mean, don't be ridiculous you do like my

looking at you, or don't be ridiculous you don't like me looking at you?"

"Are you being obtuse on purpose?"

Tyber let out a bark of laughter.

Zanita continued unabated. "Because if you are, I don't appreciate it." She

lifted her nose in the air.

He clasped her shoulders. "Baby…" He took a deep breath and bravely forged

ahead. "Do you like me looking at you?"

"Of course I do!"

"Good." Tyber nodded. "Then there's no problem." He bent toward her, ready to

creatively press his mouth against those luscious full lips of hers.

"I—wasn't—talking—about—me." She spaced her words with deadly accuracy.

Tyber froze on the downshift. This had all the earmarks of trouble. He raised

his lashes slowly to look into her eyes. "Something bothering you, baby?"

She narrowed her eyes at him until all he could see was little violet slits. He

released her, flopping onto his back. He knew that look: he was in for it.

Although, he still had no clue—but then again, this was his Zanita.

Tyber decided in a lightning-quick calculation that his best chance of survival

lay in doing nothing. So he patiently waited for her to throw the next volley.

He didn't have to wait long. One small, deadly word rent the air.

"Kim."

His focus shifted from the intricate marble ceiling to Zanita lying beside him.

"What about her?"

"Don't be coy."

"Coy?" He choked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You looked at her." Her lower lip pouted.

Light was beginning to dawn. His blue eyes twinkled with understanding. Tyber

was careful to make his tone a combination of surprise mixed with a light dash

of horror. "I did?"

"Yes! And you smiled at her, as well."

"I didn't!" Tyber tried not to grin as he gasped.

She nodded emphatically. "Your come-hither smile, too."

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry." He put his arms around her. "I didn't realize I was