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as though she were a child. Daisy’s concern and care of her was comforting. When they were dressed, they sat beside each other, Daisy once more clutching her rifle, and Sarah turning the snake over and over in her hand. It was a very valuable artifact even if it didn’t prove ancient Christians passed through Somalia.
    A noise from the front of the cave alerted them. “House is back,” Daisy said as he slipped under the low ledge and into the cave.
    â€œDaisy, can I have a word with you?”
    Daisy’s head dropped as she got up and followed House into the night. Sarah watched her go, her heart and her head a riot of confused emotions. So much had happened in the last day, she felt like a year had passed not just twelve hours. She curled up on the mat with her hand wrapped around the serpent and fell into an exhausted sleep.
    * * * *
    House had listened to Daisy and Sarah pleasuring each other while watching from just outside the cave. He couldn’t believe Daisy allowed that to happen, especially in light of their critical situation. He waited until he was sure all activity had ended, listening to their conversation, before he went in and got her.
    When she was standing outside the cave with her head bowed, he tore into her. “I can’t believe you put the package in jeopardy like that. What were you thinking?”
    â€œShe’s not just the package, House. She’s a woman and she was hurting. I tried to comfort her and it got out of control.”
    House snorted. “I’ll say. Did she get to see the rack?”
    It was Daisy’s turn to snort. “None of your frigging business.” Then she smiled. “You been dying to see my tits ever since we met. Haven’t you?”
    House grinned. “Hell yeah, any red-blooded man would want a look.”
    â€œThe only way that will happen is if we share a chick, you on one side and me on the other. And then you can look, but don’t think you can touch.”
    House glanced into the cave, ducking to see if Sarah was okay. He saw her sleeping on the mat and had the fleeting image of Sarah in the middle of a Daisy and House sandwich. The image gave him an immediate erection. He coughed and rearranged his equipment belt to hide it.
    â€œI ran thirty miles to the south and found the road to Mogadishu…at least I hope it’s the road to Mogadishu. We have a long trek. I’m gonna rest for an hour and then we need to get going.”
    â€œA bird will come for us tonight,” Daisy said. “You’ll see.”
    House ducked into the cave and flopped down next to Sarah with his back to the wall and a good view of the entrance. Daisy was on guard out front so he felt comfortable enough to shed some of his gear and close his eyes. He’d only been asleep for a few minutes when he felt someone touch him. Instantly awake, he reached for his rifle. But it was only Sarah. She’d inched over and put her head in his lap.
    House was strangely touched. He rested a hand on her gold hair and went back to sleep. They were still like that when Daisy woke them both.
    â€œIt’s been an hour,” she said. She only had to touch House on the shoulder. Waking him suddenly could be dangerous. Sarah was deeply asleep. House had to shake her to get her to respond. She stretched and rolled onto her back with her head still in House’s lap. He couldn’t believe it. His cock got hard again.
    Embarrassed, he gently shoved her head off his lap and stood up. The woman had a weird effect on him. He was usually impervious to feminine charms unless he was in the hunting mode. Lately, he’d been feeling like it was time for him to find a mate. Wolves mated for life and so did werewolves. He’d never had the time, but now a yearning for love and permanence filled him. He found himself dreaming of a woman, one woman, to complete him.
    House shook off the strange feeling and gathered the packs while Daisy