Chapter 4
Blowing out a wobbly breath, Cinda staggered backwards and sat heavily on the under padded bench. Her ass protested the move, but the slight discomfort jolted her from the weird fuzz overtaking her brain.
Before she could gawk into space too long, she heard footsteps. Just as Jarvis had described, a tall, lanky redhead appeared and looked nervously around. He jolted when he saw her and backed off.
“Jarvis said to go on through,” she told him, keeping her voice low and level. He scowled at her, then shot a glare at the door behind which Toni and her mate had gone.
The kid looked like he was going to bolt, and that was only from her presence there. Or that was what she’d figured.
“Jarvis is in there?” The kid’s voice was croaky, and when she nodded, his shoulders slumped. “Dam
