Spectrum (Stone Society #14) - Faith Gibson Page 0,83

big brother at all.”

“Then I’m going to show him how it’s done. Summer will never have to worry about me lying to her.” Rain climbed down from his chair and bent his head over Isla’s stomach. “You hear that, Summy? I’m your big brother, Rain, and I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to protect you, just like Papa protects me and Mum.” Rain kissed Isla’s sweater, then placed a kiss on Isla’s cheek. “Love you, Mum.”

“Love you too, Rainier.”

Rain then went to Remy. When he stopped in front of Remy, the boy fisted his heart and bowed his head. “On my honor, Papa.”

Remy choked back a sob, grabbed his son, and hugged him tightly. “You’re the best son in the world, and I love you more than life itself.”

“Love you too, Papa. Now can I go read?”

Remy released Rain. “Of course.” Rain took off running up the stairs, and Remy watched until Rain was out of sight. When he turned back around, he got a lap full of his mate. Isla snaked her arm around Remy’s neck and rested her head on his. No words were needed. Their son had said it all.

Epilogue

Toulouse, France

2056

Isla fixed Summer’s hair in a tight Dutch braid. Her daughter was on the go from the time she woke until she went to bed, chasing after her big brother. Summer sat still for Isla until the band was secured around the ends, then she stood and held out her hand. If they had been at their home in New Atlanta, the girl would have been off like a shot, but they were at their French vineyard for a couple weeks while the kids were out of school. Summer wasn’t familiar with the sprawling estate, thus the hand holding.

Isla escorted her daughter through the rows of grapevines as they made their way to where Remy and Rain were helping set up vats of grapes waiting to be stomped. There were several small vineyards in Georgia where she and Remy took the kids to get their “smashing” fix when they couldn’t get to France. California had been a wonderful place to live, but when the offer came for Remy to switch places with Aldredge, he took it. They had made friends on the West Coast, but the Clan in New Atlanta had become family.

Rain and Amelia were tighter than ever. Frey and Remy were keeping their eye on Rain. He was fourteen, and they expected him to transition any day now. When that happened, they would have to keep him away from Amelia until he learned to control his beast. Amelia was well aware of all things shifter, and she promised to run if Rain began phasing around her. As much as Amelia loved Rain, Summer equally loved Jonathan. The two families spent most of their free time together.

As soon as Isla and Summer broke through the rows of vines, Summer took off running. She tackled an unsuspecting Jonathan, and the two kids rolled around on the ground, trying to get the upper hand. Summer was a year younger than Jon, but she was a full-blooded Gargoyle. She was already strong, and with Frey teaching her along with the other kids in one of his many classes, Summer was grappling with the best of them.

“Shift your legs, Jon,” Frey instructed. His son did as told, and soon he had the advantage.

Abbi came to stand by Isla. “You would think they’d get enough of this at the gym.”

“Grab his wrist, Summer.” Frey didn’t play favorites when it came to teaching. He used every opportunity to coach them to be the best they could be. Things were changing in the world around them, and when the kids got older, they would be the ones leading the Clan. Frey wanted to give them every opportunity to be prepared, even if it meant impromptu wrestling at the French vineyard.

Jon was large for his age, but that wasn’t surprising considering who his papa was. He was stronger than Summer, but she gave him a run for his money. Seeing the kids were pretty evenly matched, meaning they wouldn’t stop until someone made them, Remy announced, “The vats are ready.”

Summer rolled off Jon and held out her hand. “Let’s go smash some grapes.” Jonathan took it, and after popping to his feet, the two kids rushed over to a free vat. They pulled off their shoes and jumped in. These particular grapes would not be used in the winemaking. They had