Huh, what? What did she mean by normal people? I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, a nurse was guiding my brother and cousin through to the rooms. Sighing, because I knew the Silverman name had gotten us priority, I looked back at my mate, whose name I didn’t even know, and debated what I should do. Did I follow my brother and cousin, who were still under age at seventeen, or did I wait and get to know my mate?
The choice was taken from me when a nurse walked over to me. “Mr. Silverman, if you could please come with me as your brother and cousin are both minors and need an adult or guardian with them.”
My mate turned her back on me and I fought the urge to spin her around, throw her over my shoulder and take off with her. Without saying a word though, I followed the nurse. I’d find my soul mate again, and soon.
What an arsehole. A beautiful, tanned, tall, muscular, hot, god like arsehole. He wasn’t what I expected from the little I learned from Arron. I’d met rich guys before, and they usually didn’t look like the man that came over. I’d gone to a private school and the brothers and fathers of friends didn’t look like the olive-skinned muscular guy I’d just stopped Arron from attacking. I wasn’t one to go all weak at the knees over Mr. Hottie. Gorgeous, muscular guys were a norm for me. With my father in the Army and my brother boxing, I’d seen my fair share of built, handsome men, but the guy I’d just seen had my stomach doing weird flips and flutters. His dark hair was military short and I saw the beginnings of tattoos peeking out of the collar of his suit. His cheeks were high and his jaw square. The stubble added to his manliness. Then I’d seen his eyes. They were green, but not just any green, a rich, rainforest green that had me losing myself in them for a moment.
I thought I was a goner until he spoke. “Mine,” and he stared right at me. “You’re mine.” The first had snapped me out of his green gaze and the next one I fought my body’s reaction as tingles spread over me. Arron’s response spurred me into action and I knew I had to calm my brother down and ignore whatever was going on with me.
My mind went over the short encounter for the next couple of hours while we waited to see a doctor. I couldn’t figure out my response to this man. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stop thinking about him. What was wrong with me? I’d never obsessed over a guy. I’d had boyfriends. I’d only broken up with my last a month before we moved down to Brisbane.
The man had been hot, but not my type. I usually went for men…less domineering, muscular, powerful, and well, just less. Even meeting the Silverman for that short time, I could feel all those things radiating off him. He reminded me a little of my father. I shivered and not the good shiver. My dad was someone you didn’t cross or go against. He was in shape and wasn’t one to take no for an answer. I was sure that was what the guy I’d met was like too.
“Stamon. Arron Stamon.”
Groaning as I heard my brother’s name and realized I was still obsessing over the encounter, I stood with my brother and promised myself once I walked through the doors and into a room, I would stop thinking of the Silverman. Hopefully I’d never see him again.
So it turned out there was somewhere that didn’t care that I was a Silverman. The Army base. They wouldn’t let me onto it without a family member or a friend that lives on it to escort and be responsible for me. I wasn’t on official police business and the men at the gate had rung my precinct when I tried using that. So now I sat across from the base entrance waiting like a creepy stalker for my soulmate to leave.
My brother told me Arron’s last name and I’d run a search to find out all I could on “my one.” Her name was Divinity Stamon. She was twenty-one years old. Five feet and half an inch. Sixty kilograms. A hairdresser and beauty consultant. She had an apprenticeship at Golden Locks and Beauty and had a brother, Arron Stamon, of whom she was the legal guardian while their father was on deployment. That was the information I could find out on her. I’d rung Zeck and asked him to dig deeper.
I hadn’t gotten to see Divinity again since the first meeting at the hospital. After going in with my brother and cousin, we’d left emergency and gone straight up to maternity just in time to find out that Bailey had given birth to a big nine-pound baby boy. Even just born you could tell the kid was going to be a clone of Richard, with blond hair and big blue eyes.
Little Sebastian almost overshadowed what my brother and cousin had done and that I’d gotten them fixed up. My mother was stilled pissed at me for taking over and not contacting her. She became furious when she found out what Oakley and Andrew had done to Divinity that caused Arron to beat them up. I had debated if I should tell my mother what Divinity was to me, but I wanted to see her again before I told anyone.