his cards right, she seemed interested. Right up to the point she’d said no.
While he was there, he needed to grow his hair and a beard so he would fit right in with the terrorist group they were trying to infiltrate. He had to dye his hair at some point and wear dark contact lenses. He hated to wear lenses in the heat and dirt; they made his eyes dry and itchy, and he had to wear them round the clock. It wasn’t easy, but his light green eyes were a dead giveaway. When he glanced in the mirror, he’d see a stranger looking back. It was always a little bizarre, something he never became accustomed to.
He also needed to build up some of the muscle tone he had lost on his last mission when he’d been holed up for so long in the Afghan hills. He was almost as skinny as he had been when he was a teenager. The food hadn’t exactly been plentiful or nutritious in the last few months. So he needed to eat…lots. And exercise, even more. He turned his head toward the kitchen window. Perhaps Bill could help with that too.
He felt relaxed and content by the time she came out ten minutes later smelling like a spring morning, her hair damp, and her skin dewy and fresh. She wore a pair of black jeans that hugged her hips and sat just below her navel. Her plain black T-shirt showed about two inches of her midriff when she moved.
His eyes were drawn to her belly piercing, and his mouth went dry, the gut wrenching he felt this time went from the center of his loins all the way through his body, spreading through his chest like a virus. He didn’t think he could take any more. He certainly couldn’t get back on the damned Harley with her again. Where the hell was he supposed to put his hands this time?
She picked up his empty glass and returned it to the kitchen.
“All set?” She drawled in her smooth, lazy voice “We’ll take the Jeep, I want the dogs to come along. They’ve been on their own a long time today.” She spoke as though she had read his mind.
She sauntered past him, and her cool scent wafted around him.
“Did you just have a shower?”
“Sure I did.”
“You could have offered me one.” He sulked. Jesus, he was desperate for a cool down.
“What and have you mess my towels up? We’ll be at your sister’s soon; you can have one there. I gave you a cold drink, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t have one.”
Her wicked smile kicked up a notch. “Hell no, I wouldn’t drink that shit, it’ll kill you. Way too much sugar.”
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice,” he mumbled, irritated by her cheerfulness.
“Jeez, don’t be so ungrateful. I’m taking you to see your family, aren’t I? How hospitable do I have to be?”
He could think how hospitable he wanted her to be…he had visions of her writhing hot and naked underneath him, their skin slicked with sweat…but he kept his mouth shut and followed her to her beat-up Jeep.
Chapter 2
She parked next to a shiny, new, black Ferrari, watched his face with idle curiosity as he admired its sleek lines.
“This can’t be Jack’s. I know sheriffs don’t earn that much. If they do, I’m joining up.” She smirked at him as the front door opened, and Kate rushed out with Gemma in her arms.
“Michael,” she squealed as he enfolded her in a bear hug, they smothered each other in kisses and squeezed the baby between them until she started to object. In a completely natural move, Michael took the baby from his sister and tucked the little one in the crook of his arm as they stared with fascination at each other.
“She’s beautiful…takes after you. I don’t believe Jack played a part in making her. He’s too damned ugly to have had anything to do with her.” Putting his forehead to Kate’s, their hair blended into one while he grinned down at her. “Well done, sweetheart.”
Bill leaned on the Ferrari with the dogs at her feet. She was reluctant to draw attention to herself while the family reunion was taking
While he was there, he needed to grow his hair and a beard so he would fit right in with the terrorist group they were trying to infiltrate. He had to dye his hair at some point and wear dark contact lenses. He hated to wear lenses in the heat and dirt; they made his eyes dry and itchy, and he had to wear them round the clock. It wasn’t easy, but his light green eyes were a dead giveaway. When he glanced in the mirror, he’d see a stranger looking back. It was always a little bizarre, something he never became accustomed to.
He also needed to build up some of the muscle tone he had lost on his last mission when he’d been holed up for so long in the Afghan hills. He was almost as skinny as he had been when he was a teenager. The food hadn’t exactly been plentiful or nutritious in the last few months. So he needed to eat…lots. And exercise, even more. He turned his head toward the kitchen window. Perhaps Bill could help with that too.
He felt relaxed and content by the time she came out ten minutes later smelling like a spring morning, her hair damp, and her skin dewy and fresh. She wore a pair of black jeans that hugged her hips and sat just below her navel. Her plain black T-shirt showed about two inches of her midriff when she moved.
His eyes were drawn to her belly piercing, and his mouth went dry, the gut wrenching he felt this time went from the center of his loins all the way through his body, spreading through his chest like a virus. He didn’t think he could take any more. He certainly couldn’t get back on the damned Harley with her again. Where the hell was he supposed to put his hands this time?
She picked up his empty glass and returned it to the kitchen.
“All set?” She drawled in her smooth, lazy voice “We’ll take the Jeep, I want the dogs to come along. They’ve been on their own a long time today.” She spoke as though she had read his mind.
She sauntered past him, and her cool scent wafted around him.
“Did you just have a shower?”
“Sure I did.”
“You could have offered me one.” He sulked. Jesus, he was desperate for a cool down.
“What and have you mess my towels up? We’ll be at your sister’s soon; you can have one there. I gave you a cold drink, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t have one.”
Her wicked smile kicked up a notch. “Hell no, I wouldn’t drink that shit, it’ll kill you. Way too much sugar.”
“Well, you didn’t exactly give me a choice,” he mumbled, irritated by her cheerfulness.
“Jeez, don’t be so ungrateful. I’m taking you to see your family, aren’t I? How hospitable do I have to be?”
He could think how hospitable he wanted her to be…he had visions of her writhing hot and naked underneath him, their skin slicked with sweat…but he kept his mouth shut and followed her to her beat-up Jeep.
Chapter 2
She parked next to a shiny, new, black Ferrari, watched his face with idle curiosity as he admired its sleek lines.
“This can’t be Jack’s. I know sheriffs don’t earn that much. If they do, I’m joining up.” She smirked at him as the front door opened, and Kate rushed out with Gemma in her arms.
“Michael,” she squealed as he enfolded her in a bear hug, they smothered each other in kisses and squeezed the baby between them until she started to object. In a completely natural move, Michael took the baby from his sister and tucked the little one in the crook of his arm as they stared with fascination at each other.
“She’s beautiful…takes after you. I don’t believe Jack played a part in making her. He’s too damned ugly to have had anything to do with her.” Putting his forehead to Kate’s, their hair blended into one while he grinned down at her. “Well done, sweetheart.”
Bill leaned on the Ferrari with the dogs at her feet. She was reluctant to draw attention to herself while the family reunion was taking
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