Callahan. I thought he was her
boyfriend. She lives at his place.”
“Yes, she does, but
it’s because we can secure the building.”
“That’s good.” A smile
bloomed on his expression, making him look even younger.
“We’re gonna take off,
Paul. Thanks for keeping an eye on her, but I think you can stand down. She’s
in safe hands.”
Thane forked his
fingers through hers. They both waved and returned to the bike. Paul hopped
into the old green Chevy, and gave them a healthy wave as he drove off.
“Sociopaths don’t have
to be old to be dangerous, Thane,” she said, searching every face that wandered
by them as she mindlessly took the helmet he handed her.
“No, I know that, but he
doesn’t fit the profile. Kayla?”
“Huh?” Sure that no one
in the crowd looked like a serial killer, she gave him her attention.
Thane’s large hand
engulfed her neck, and his thumb slid down her jaw. “Sweetheart, today is about
relaxing. Can you do that for me? Or do we have to spend the weekend in bed in
order for you to put him out of your head?” Thane’s finger played with the tab
on her jacket, and he slowly pulled it low enough to be indecent, showing her
breasts plumping from her bra.
“Thane, behave.”
“We ride until five,
and wherever that takes us, we stop, because I don’t have much more patience
than that before I need my mouth on those.”
Moist heat slid between
her thighs, and she shifted, but it was enough to tell him his words affected
her, and him. She slid the helmet over her head, and he did the same, but he
wasn’t getting away with his comment this time.
Thane started the
engine, and kicked the stand clear. Just before he entered traffic, she purred
in his ear, “I don’t want to go to Mexico. I want to go that way.” She pointed
up the coast. “I want a quaint little seaside B&B, a balcony overlooking
the ocean, and you naked against me, while I kiss every inch of you until
you’re hard and moaning in agony.”
They both slammed
forward, her helmet knocking his when he hit the brakes. She heard him release
a deep breath. In a gruff voice, he said. “We’re cutting it to four hours,
instead. You are in a whole lot of trouble, woman.”
Thane wove into the
traffic, and she hung on with the G-force wanting to rip her off the bike.
“Patience, SEAL,” she reprimanded.
“Don’t have any when it
comes to you.”
Three hours was enough
on her bottom, but it had been a glorious three hours. The sun warm, but not
too warm, the coastal breeze filling her senses, and the enormous warrior she
snugged up to, in control of her safety as he drove with confidence along the
101. With every mile, the Shark got farther away, and she gladly left him
behind.
Thane knew exactly
where he was going, and didn’t waste a second getting there. Trees surrounded the
B&B for privacy, but it had an endless view of the Pacific crashing against
the rocks below their bedroom. As evening fell, he had dinner brought to them,
and showed her his softer side, the one that set her defenses adrift.
Candlelight and a failing sun completed the perfect moment when they stood on
the deck. Thane’s arms draped protectively around her while their minds
wandered, watching the ocean swell. His chest was warm against her back, their
skin sensitive after making love.
“Are you happy, Kayla?”
he asked quietly against her ear.
Her wandering thoughts
paused. He never asked questions like that. Thane strategized every move, like
she did. “Yes. Why?” But, she knew why. Greg was coming tomorrow.
Chapter Six
“Lieutenant Commander, welcome to San Diego.”
Greg Lapierre swung the bag from his shoulder to the ground, and
extended a hand accompanied by a wary glance. “Commander Austen, where’s
Kayla?” A streak of worry made a debut, but vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“It’s Captain now, and a team overseas needed support. They ran into a
roadblock, the kind Kayla’s good at
Ellen van Neerven
Stephanie Burke
Shane Thamm
Cornel West
James W. Huston
Soichiro Irons
Sarah Louise Smith
Jan (ILT) J. C.; Gerardi Greenburg
Susan Green
Sandy Curtis