Master of Her Heart (Sons of Amber Book 2) Read Free Page A

fro on various missions, both military and civilian.
    Atlantia Station was the most heavily defended orbital platform, seeing as it served as this sector’s HQ. His brother, Commandant Michael Amber, ran the show from this orbiting gun platform and oversaw the defense of every planet, ship, station and colony in the sector. It was a big job and Ty didn’t envy Mike the enormous responsibility, but he knew there was no better man for the job. He admired Michael and counted him among his closest friends.
    Ty would do just about anything for Michael, and he knew the feeling was mutual. They’d grown up together—at least as much as Sons “grew up” after coming out of the incubator. They’d been in the same instructional classes and had partnered for fighting exercises and other tasks. They worked well together, their skill sets complimenting each other and, more than that, they genuinely liked each other.
    The same could not be said of all Sons, though most of them shared some basic comradeship simply because they were Sons. They were the only males of their kind, and that bound them together somewhat.
    Ty smiled at the women who watched him pass, winking at a few—either making dour faces smile or young cheeks blush. He liked women of all kinds, though lately he’d found his many encounters with the female kind lacking. He didn’t understand it, and had no idea what he was looking for, but nevertheless, it was there. A vague sense of dissatisfaction.
    Oh, he enjoyed the sex. Scratch that. He loved the sex. But he wanted something…more. What that more was, he didn’t quite know, but he was beginning to suspect, like some of his other brothers, he was looking for one special woman with whom to share his life.
    He wasn’t actively seeking her—he knew he had a job to do that precluded tying himself to just one woman—but he still felt the lack. Was it love he was missing? He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced love, but he was intrigued enough to consider the possibility, though he would never act on it. No, his duty lay in repopulating the human race.
    Even if there were one special woman out there for him somewhere, he couldn’t commit to her and go against everything he’d been created to do. Better he go on these missions and do his duty, protecting the remnants of the human race, and forget his foolish yearnings. Mike would help get his head screwed on straight. If there was one Son of Amber who always lived up to his responsibilities, it was Mike.
    Ty found Mike’s private apartment and announced himself at the door, which would relay the signal to those inside. Mike had to be off-shift at this hour, so Ty had come directly here, bypassing the office and more formal surroundings. Ty wasn’t a formal man.
    Mike answered the door with a drink in his hand and a look in his eye that said he’d had more than one. Ty was surprised. Mike had never been much of a drinker, or one to use a crutch of any kind. Dominant to the core, Michael was a straight shooter who muscled his way through life with both brawn and intellect.
    “Rough day, brother?”
    Mike leaned one arm up against the door frame and sighed.
    “You could say that.” He stepped back to allow Ty entrance. “Thanks for coming. What can I get you?”
    Ty dumped his bag by the couch as he took a seat. Michael had nice living quarters—a bit Spartan for Ty’s tastes—but still nice and comfortable. Big, solid furniture that he could sit on without worrying if he’d break it somehow, and strong enough to support his tall frame. Ty stretched his tired muscles as Michael moved to the sideboard where a number of decanters sat on a small tray with glasses.
    “Some Scotch wouldn’t go awry.”
    Michael poured the alcohol and handed a glass to Ty before collapsing into one of the overstuffed chairs placed in a grouping with the couch.
    “I’m glad you could make it.”
    Ty sat back, savoring his first sip of the fine brew.