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the vehicle.
“Nothing…Nothing’s going on. I’ll drive.” She held out her hand for the keys.
“You sure as hell won’t, sugar, not in that mood you’re not.” He slipped into the driver’s seat and waited for her to buckle up before he drove away, letting the dirt spit up as the wheels spun.
“Don’t call me sugar, Jack.” She scowled “It’s condescending—you’ve never been that to me. Don’t start now.” He flicked her sideways look, rolled his eyes, and huffed.
“Okay, but you’re more than just my cousin, Bill. You’re my little sister, and I’m not sure you know what you’re doing getting involved with Michael like that.” He tugged at his hair in frustration and embarrassment. “He’s too…umm…worldly for you. I know you rough it with the boys, you know what’s what, but I don’t think Michael falls into the category of men you normally deal with. He’s not going to be fooled by your bad-ass attitude, and I don’t think he’ll let you manipulate him.”
“I’m not trying to manipulate him, nor am I involved with him. It was just a kiss for Christ’s sake, one goddamned kiss. It’s not like I want to marry him.” She repeated Michael’s words. She slapped back into her seat, rubbed her thighs.
“He hadn’t stayed the night, then? ’Cause that’s the impression I got.”
“No, he’d just arrived! We had breakfast. He came over to see if I wanted to go for a run.” She folded her arms across her chest, hunkered down in the seat, and stared out the side window. Jesus, she’d never felt so childish. Conversation over!
“Well. It didn’t look like you were running to me. In fact I saw a wet handprint on your ass as you got in the car. It’s too big to be yours.” Jack ignored her warning look and body language. After all, he probably considered changing her diapers when she was little gave him the right to have his say. Her temper notched down a little as she realized how much he loved her.
“Seems to me you’re all grown up now. I just hope to God I don’t have to whip my brother-in-law’s ass before all this is through.” He pulled out onto the highway and ignored her snorting laugh as he concentrated on his driving.
She relaxed as she contemplated Jack whipping Michael’s smaller, leaner frame. The idea quite appealed.
Chapter 6
Cody Forrester was where his mama said he would be. She’d been too frightened to enter his bedroom, so he lay fast asleep on his bed in the early morning with the shotgun he’d used for the robbery leaning against the wall beside him. His pudgy arms and legs draped over the side of his single bed and dangled almost to the floor. His fat belly protruded out of his gray, sweat-stained vest.
Jack drew his weapon and nodded in Bill’s direction.
She could smell Cody’s body odor from across the room, and her stomach rebelled the closer she got. She approached the bed, and silent as possible, slid her handcuffs from her belt, and leaned over to cuff him.
Her face was within inches of his when his drug-crazed eyes popped wide open and stared back into her surprised ones. Both his ham-sized fists shot out; she felt the sting of his left one as it smacked her high on her right cheekbone. His other fist slammed her under her chin. Her jaw snapped together, and she felt a sickening crunch as her teeth bit through her cheek, filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood. Cody grabbed her by the shirt and launched her body across the room. She hit the ground and skidded several feet on her ass across the bare floorboards. Pain shot through her shoulder blade as it connected with Jack’s size-thirteen boot.
Cursing the little shit on the bed, she staggered to her feet. She had no idea what hurt the most; all she knew was that she could feel pain radiate through her entire body, and her head throbbed. She shook her head to relieve the waves of dizziness about to overwhelm her and then dove headlong into the fray, focused and
“Nothing…Nothing’s going on. I’ll drive.” She held out her hand for the keys.
“You sure as hell won’t, sugar, not in that mood you’re not.” He slipped into the driver’s seat and waited for her to buckle up before he drove away, letting the dirt spit up as the wheels spun.
“Don’t call me sugar, Jack.” She scowled “It’s condescending—you’ve never been that to me. Don’t start now.” He flicked her sideways look, rolled his eyes, and huffed.
“Okay, but you’re more than just my cousin, Bill. You’re my little sister, and I’m not sure you know what you’re doing getting involved with Michael like that.” He tugged at his hair in frustration and embarrassment. “He’s too…umm…worldly for you. I know you rough it with the boys, you know what’s what, but I don’t think Michael falls into the category of men you normally deal with. He’s not going to be fooled by your bad-ass attitude, and I don’t think he’ll let you manipulate him.”
“I’m not trying to manipulate him, nor am I involved with him. It was just a kiss for Christ’s sake, one goddamned kiss. It’s not like I want to marry him.” She repeated Michael’s words. She slapped back into her seat, rubbed her thighs.
“He hadn’t stayed the night, then? ’Cause that’s the impression I got.”
“No, he’d just arrived! We had breakfast. He came over to see if I wanted to go for a run.” She folded her arms across her chest, hunkered down in the seat, and stared out the side window. Jesus, she’d never felt so childish. Conversation over!
“Well. It didn’t look like you were running to me. In fact I saw a wet handprint on your ass as you got in the car. It’s too big to be yours.” Jack ignored her warning look and body language. After all, he probably considered changing her diapers when she was little gave him the right to have his say. Her temper notched down a little as she realized how much he loved her.
“Seems to me you’re all grown up now. I just hope to God I don’t have to whip my brother-in-law’s ass before all this is through.” He pulled out onto the highway and ignored her snorting laugh as he concentrated on his driving.
She relaxed as she contemplated Jack whipping Michael’s smaller, leaner frame. The idea quite appealed.
Chapter 6
Cody Forrester was where his mama said he would be. She’d been too frightened to enter his bedroom, so he lay fast asleep on his bed in the early morning with the shotgun he’d used for the robbery leaning against the wall beside him. His pudgy arms and legs draped over the side of his single bed and dangled almost to the floor. His fat belly protruded out of his gray, sweat-stained vest.
Jack drew his weapon and nodded in Bill’s direction.
She could smell Cody’s body odor from across the room, and her stomach rebelled the closer she got. She approached the bed, and silent as possible, slid her handcuffs from her belt, and leaned over to cuff him.
Her face was within inches of his when his drug-crazed eyes popped wide open and stared back into her surprised ones. Both his ham-sized fists shot out; she felt the sting of his left one as it smacked her high on her right cheekbone. His other fist slammed her under her chin. Her jaw snapped together, and she felt a sickening crunch as her teeth bit through her cheek, filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood. Cody grabbed her by the shirt and launched her body across the room. She hit the ground and skidded several feet on her ass across the bare floorboards. Pain shot through her shoulder blade as it connected with Jack’s size-thirteen boot.
Cursing the little shit on the bed, she staggered to her feet. She had no idea what hurt the most; all she knew was that she could feel pain radiate through her entire body, and her head throbbed. She shook her head to relieve the waves of dizziness about to overwhelm her and then dove headlong into the fray, focused and
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