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he saying anything? Asking her?
Her senses went on full alert. He was an Army bloke, there were unexplained lights and happenings in Whicha. Was the military behind this? Were they trying to hide something? Guard something? Was she suspected of hunting the strange lights and thereby endangering some covert military operation with extraterrestrials?
Maybe some of her mother’s half-baked ideas weren’t all that wrong. Maybe her earlier reasons for being careful not to put her last name on the envelopes wasn’t enough, maybe her drifting from place to place hadn’t clouded her tracks. Not that her drifting was meant to, it was how she and her mother had lived, looking for those elusive lights, but still, nothing was beyond belief. Hell, even Jackie had been able to track her to places. How, Bree had no idea, but then she half suspected Jackie wasn’t quite all human anyway.
And she thought she’d long ago shaken off some of her mother’s paranoia. Apparently bits still survived.
But that didn’t give her any insight on how to take this meeting with Nick Mason, her ex-soldier boy, who obviously suspected who she was, knew who she was, but wasn’t acknowledging it.
That just begged the question of why ?
“Do you two know each other?” Harly queried.
The words broke the stretching silence between Nick and Bree, and she pulled her hand away, a quiver whirling deep in the pit of her stomach when his fingertips trailed along her palm before he pulled his hand back completely.
“We met.” Smiling, she backed up to the kitchen bench to perch on a stool. “A couple of times.” Her gaze swung back to where Nick was leaning back against the table, his jean-clad backside resting on the edge, his hands propped each side of his muscular thighs, long fingers loosely gripping the wooden tabletop.
Nick smiled easily at Harly. “ Last night and this morning.”
“Really?” She raised her eyebrows at Alex, who was still watching Nick and Bree from over the rim of his mug as he took a long, slow sip of iced coffee.
Hmmm, maybe Alex wasn’t so innocent after all, both men were with the same Battalion. What if they were both here for a secret operation?
That spark of being on the edge of something big lit up inside her. Oh yeah, lights in the sky, unexplained crashing into the side of her van, the presence of two military men…this had conspiracy written all over it.
Possible conspiracy , old girl. Don’t jump to conclusions. You left that behind, remember?
Meanwhile, it would be intriguing to see how far Nick was willing to go without acknowledging their letters , whether she could trip him up.
Playing with fire . Bree glanced over at him. Damn, he was handsome in a rough, tough, soldier way. And big. She could just imagine him in uniform, weapon in hand, catching her as she fled from the UFO scene, tying her hands behind her back, slinging her over his shoulder and taking her back to HQ, where he’d interrogate her her, make her scream in unrelieved pleasure as he brought her to orgasm again and again without mercy, demanding her answers.
Oooohhh boy . Squeezing her knees together, she managed to maintain a calm expression. Not fantasy time. Keep your wits about you. Things like that don’t happen in real life. He’d more than likely drag you back to a cell and throw you in there with the rats and spiders, and some military official would question you, beat you, torture you painfully until you confessed. Then you’ll be shot and your body will disappear.
Bree rolled her eyes. Good grief, she had to get a grip on her imagination. Then again, with conspiracies, one never knew.
“Are you all right?” Harly asked.
“I’m fine.” Picking a grape off a bunch that was sitting in a bowl, Bree bit it in half. “Sorry, my mind wandered a bit.” And how!
Alex pushed away from the ‘fridge. “I’m going for a shower before dinner.
Her senses went on full alert. He was an Army bloke, there were unexplained lights and happenings in Whicha. Was the military behind this? Were they trying to hide something? Guard something? Was she suspected of hunting the strange lights and thereby endangering some covert military operation with extraterrestrials?
Maybe some of her mother’s half-baked ideas weren’t all that wrong. Maybe her earlier reasons for being careful not to put her last name on the envelopes wasn’t enough, maybe her drifting from place to place hadn’t clouded her tracks. Not that her drifting was meant to, it was how she and her mother had lived, looking for those elusive lights, but still, nothing was beyond belief. Hell, even Jackie had been able to track her to places. How, Bree had no idea, but then she half suspected Jackie wasn’t quite all human anyway.
And she thought she’d long ago shaken off some of her mother’s paranoia. Apparently bits still survived.
But that didn’t give her any insight on how to take this meeting with Nick Mason, her ex-soldier boy, who obviously suspected who she was, knew who she was, but wasn’t acknowledging it.
That just begged the question of why ?
“Do you two know each other?” Harly queried.
The words broke the stretching silence between Nick and Bree, and she pulled her hand away, a quiver whirling deep in the pit of her stomach when his fingertips trailed along her palm before he pulled his hand back completely.
“We met.” Smiling, she backed up to the kitchen bench to perch on a stool. “A couple of times.” Her gaze swung back to where Nick was leaning back against the table, his jean-clad backside resting on the edge, his hands propped each side of his muscular thighs, long fingers loosely gripping the wooden tabletop.
Nick smiled easily at Harly. “ Last night and this morning.”
“Really?” She raised her eyebrows at Alex, who was still watching Nick and Bree from over the rim of his mug as he took a long, slow sip of iced coffee.
Hmmm, maybe Alex wasn’t so innocent after all, both men were with the same Battalion. What if they were both here for a secret operation?
That spark of being on the edge of something big lit up inside her. Oh yeah, lights in the sky, unexplained crashing into the side of her van, the presence of two military men…this had conspiracy written all over it.
Possible conspiracy , old girl. Don’t jump to conclusions. You left that behind, remember?
Meanwhile, it would be intriguing to see how far Nick was willing to go without acknowledging their letters , whether she could trip him up.
Playing with fire . Bree glanced over at him. Damn, he was handsome in a rough, tough, soldier way. And big. She could just imagine him in uniform, weapon in hand, catching her as she fled from the UFO scene, tying her hands behind her back, slinging her over his shoulder and taking her back to HQ, where he’d interrogate her her, make her scream in unrelieved pleasure as he brought her to orgasm again and again without mercy, demanding her answers.
Oooohhh boy . Squeezing her knees together, she managed to maintain a calm expression. Not fantasy time. Keep your wits about you. Things like that don’t happen in real life. He’d more than likely drag you back to a cell and throw you in there with the rats and spiders, and some military official would question you, beat you, torture you painfully until you confessed. Then you’ll be shot and your body will disappear.
Bree rolled her eyes. Good grief, she had to get a grip on her imagination. Then again, with conspiracies, one never knew.
“Are you all right?” Harly asked.
“I’m fine.” Picking a grape off a bunch that was sitting in a bowl, Bree bit it in half. “Sorry, my mind wandered a bit.” And how!
Alex pushed away from the ‘fridge. “I’m going for a shower before dinner.
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