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smile.
"What's that grin for?" Asher teased as he stroked her fingers. Ducking her head, she blushed and avoided his gaze while swinging both their hands.
Kent chuckled and raised her hand to his lips. "I like that smile. We should make her have it more often."
They reached the car and Kent tossed the blanket into the backseat. He helped her in, and she pouted when neither man joined her.
"We need to focus, and you are entirely too distracting." Asher gave her a soft kiss and ran a fingertip over the mound of her breast exposed by her stretched out shirt.
She tried to grab him as he pulled away and Kent took his place. "Try to get some sleep, my Princess." Warm and tender, his lips stroked against hers as his thumb brushed her jaw.
Curling up in the backseat, she pulled the blanket over her shoulders and cuddled into the scent of crushed grass. Asher started the SUV and found a jazz station. The soft saxophones blended with their lowered voices, and she found herself lulled into sleep as she watched Kent's face in the blue glow of the dashboard.
* * * *
A bright light shined onto her closed eyes, and she sat up with a groan, cracking her neck to work out a kink. Rubbing her face, Lalita tried to adjust to the glow of the dome light in the SUV, and stretched.
Kent opened the door and eyed her with a grin. "You look all soft and warm. I hate to disturb you, but we're here."
The men helped her out of the SUV and into a large yard in the middle of the country. Sodium security lights shone a blue-white tint on a large barn and empty paddock. A modest white farmhouse sat opposite the barn and all the lights were out inside. She thought she saw a curtain twitch on one of the lower windows, but wasn't sure in the dim light.
"Come on," Kent said as Asher moved behind her, running his hands down her arms in a soothing gesture. Crickets chirped and the sky held a million stars. It was amazing how many stars were hidden by the lights of the city. She wished her father were here to share it with her.
Asher and Kent said nothing, continuing with their constant scanning as if they were in the middle of a war zone instead of a sleeping farm. Their tension seeped into her as they crossed the yard and approached the broad front steps, flanked by neatly trimmed rose bushes. The men slowed and Kent held up his hand.
Asher jerked her behind him a moment before a rough voice said from the shadowy reaches of the porch, "You have about two seconds to identify yourselves before I ask the coroner to do it for you."
Standing behind Asher, she pressed herself against his back and tried to peer beyond his broad shoulders. He moved with her and blocked the view as Kent drawled out, "Mr. Jerry, you couldn't shoot the dick off an elephant without your glasses."
Rough laughter, turning into a cough, rumbled out of the darkness. "Kent, is that you?"
"It's me, Mr. Jerry.”
"Then that big dark blob behind you must be Asher. What are you two rat bastards doing on my property at this time of night?" Something squeaked and rolled across the porch. "I thought you were Mrs. Jerry's secret lovers come to kill me off and take her to Disney World." Asher snorted, but kept her securely behind him as a low golden light spilled across the worn porch.
"We have a problem we need your help with." The boards of the porch creaked and Kent moved forward. "Don't freak out--"
"Fart. What hot load of donkey crap did you dump on me?" The odd squeaking came again. "Move out of the way, Asher. Whoever your hiding smells like hair dye and strawberry soap."
She sniffed her skin and edged out from behind Asher. Mr. Jerry might need glasses, but his sense of smell was amazing. Blinking against the light, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. An old man with tufts of white hair and a heavily lined face sat in a wheelchair with a submachine gun across his lap.
Dark brown eyes squinted as he took her in, and she stepped closer as Asher pushed at her back. With one
"What's that grin for?" Asher teased as he stroked her fingers. Ducking her head, she blushed and avoided his gaze while swinging both their hands.
Kent chuckled and raised her hand to his lips. "I like that smile. We should make her have it more often."
They reached the car and Kent tossed the blanket into the backseat. He helped her in, and she pouted when neither man joined her.
"We need to focus, and you are entirely too distracting." Asher gave her a soft kiss and ran a fingertip over the mound of her breast exposed by her stretched out shirt.
She tried to grab him as he pulled away and Kent took his place. "Try to get some sleep, my Princess." Warm and tender, his lips stroked against hers as his thumb brushed her jaw.
Curling up in the backseat, she pulled the blanket over her shoulders and cuddled into the scent of crushed grass. Asher started the SUV and found a jazz station. The soft saxophones blended with their lowered voices, and she found herself lulled into sleep as she watched Kent's face in the blue glow of the dashboard.
* * * *
A bright light shined onto her closed eyes, and she sat up with a groan, cracking her neck to work out a kink. Rubbing her face, Lalita tried to adjust to the glow of the dome light in the SUV, and stretched.
Kent opened the door and eyed her with a grin. "You look all soft and warm. I hate to disturb you, but we're here."
The men helped her out of the SUV and into a large yard in the middle of the country. Sodium security lights shone a blue-white tint on a large barn and empty paddock. A modest white farmhouse sat opposite the barn and all the lights were out inside. She thought she saw a curtain twitch on one of the lower windows, but wasn't sure in the dim light.
"Come on," Kent said as Asher moved behind her, running his hands down her arms in a soothing gesture. Crickets chirped and the sky held a million stars. It was amazing how many stars were hidden by the lights of the city. She wished her father were here to share it with her.
Asher and Kent said nothing, continuing with their constant scanning as if they were in the middle of a war zone instead of a sleeping farm. Their tension seeped into her as they crossed the yard and approached the broad front steps, flanked by neatly trimmed rose bushes. The men slowed and Kent held up his hand.
Asher jerked her behind him a moment before a rough voice said from the shadowy reaches of the porch, "You have about two seconds to identify yourselves before I ask the coroner to do it for you."
Standing behind Asher, she pressed herself against his back and tried to peer beyond his broad shoulders. He moved with her and blocked the view as Kent drawled out, "Mr. Jerry, you couldn't shoot the dick off an elephant without your glasses."
Rough laughter, turning into a cough, rumbled out of the darkness. "Kent, is that you?"
"It's me, Mr. Jerry.”
"Then that big dark blob behind you must be Asher. What are you two rat bastards doing on my property at this time of night?" Something squeaked and rolled across the porch. "I thought you were Mrs. Jerry's secret lovers come to kill me off and take her to Disney World." Asher snorted, but kept her securely behind him as a low golden light spilled across the worn porch.
"We have a problem we need your help with." The boards of the porch creaked and Kent moved forward. "Don't freak out--"
"Fart. What hot load of donkey crap did you dump on me?" The odd squeaking came again. "Move out of the way, Asher. Whoever your hiding smells like hair dye and strawberry soap."
She sniffed her skin and edged out from behind Asher. Mr. Jerry might need glasses, but his sense of smell was amazing. Blinking against the light, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. An old man with tufts of white hair and a heavily lined face sat in a wheelchair with a submachine gun across his lap.
Dark brown eyes squinted as he took her in, and she stepped closer as Asher pushed at her back. With one
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