with him, she knew it would be
that much harder to leave.
“We do. Come on,” he muttered, right
before he gathered her close and covered her mouth with his until her toes
curled and her heart beat all out of control. “I’ve got some food in the
truck.”
Together, they grabbed their bags and
exited the room. Not much later, the powerful diesel charged up the interstate.
The country music filling the cab didn’t bother her in the slightest. In fact,
she caught herself listening to the words and finding it enjoyable.
Taber stared at Serefina from beneath
lowered lids. Not that it mattered—she, for one, drove, and for two, he wore
sunglasses. But still, he watched her like she wouldn’t know if she turned her
head in his direction. It had surprised him how fast he’d tossed her the keys
when she offered to drive. No one, not even his brothers, had been allowed to
drive his truck. But all Serefina had to do was give him a soft look and he was
toast.
They’d been at a truck stop for a short
break a while back, and he couldn’t begin to say how arrogantly proud he’d been
to see all the men who watched her stroll by and jump up easily into the diesel
and drive away. He should’ve known she wouldn’t have a problem driving his
truck—her Xterra was a stick shift.
So he’d grabbed a nap, and now, he
remained in the same position watching her. Country still played on the
satellite radio and he fought off a smile. The only sign she may be a bit
nervous was every so often she’d drop her hand to the shifter and caress the
knob.
The setting sun only added to her
beauty. She wore an old tee and a baggy pair of jeans along with some hiking
boots.
“Why are you staring at me?”
This time, he did smile. “How do you
know I was staring?”
“I can feel your eyes on me, Taber.
What’s wrong? Need to drive your truck? I promise I didn’t put a single scratch
on it.” Her voice was patronisingly sweet.
He sat up and ran a finger down her
cheek. “Nope, you’re doing just fine. You can drive anytime.”
Her grin flashed, fast and fierce. “I
like driving it. Big and powerful.” She glanced towards him. “Things I like.”
His cock went from semi to fully
aroused in the space of a second. “You tryin’ to get a reaction from me,
angel?”
“Maybe.” She shook her head. “No. I’m
sorry. We need to discuss how this is going to go.”
“I’ve got guns with me. I don’t know.
Let’s see the setup before we decide.”
“What about your director?”
He lifted a shoulder. “What about him?
I’m done fuckin’ around with this guy while he picks off agents at his leisure
and skates away free as a bird. Plus, if he has Forrest and Kline, we need to
get them out, not worry with the damn procedure.”
Staring at her face, he waited to see
if shock or uncertainty appeared. Neither did. In fact, the corner of her mouth
lifted into a terse grin. “You are definitely my kind of man, Taber Kysenzki. I
think I love you,” she uttered in a tone which was part laughter, part
sincerity. She downshifted smoothly and took them higher in elevation.
I
think I love you. Words he totally took in a way much different than she
meant them.
“What is Thurgood to you?”
A tic appeared behind her molars and he
knew she struggled mightily for control. “He killed my sister.” A heavy sigh.
“I told but no one believed me.”
He frowned. “When did this happen?”
Another tense moment. “Remember I told
you how I got into this? Well, she was the casualty of that gun deal I
discovered. But no one would believe a child who’d lost her sister. But the
lead agent took an interest in me and gave me his card with the words, ‘Come to
me when you’re ready’. I got in touch with him the week before I graduated from
high school. James actually showed up and sat in the crowd at the ceremony. He
talked to my parents and I left with him to the academy.”
He thought for a moment. “James
McKeon?”
“One and
that much harder to leave.
“We do. Come on,” he muttered, right
before he gathered her close and covered her mouth with his until her toes
curled and her heart beat all out of control. “I’ve got some food in the
truck.”
Together, they grabbed their bags and
exited the room. Not much later, the powerful diesel charged up the interstate.
The country music filling the cab didn’t bother her in the slightest. In fact,
she caught herself listening to the words and finding it enjoyable.
Taber stared at Serefina from beneath
lowered lids. Not that it mattered—she, for one, drove, and for two, he wore
sunglasses. But still, he watched her like she wouldn’t know if she turned her
head in his direction. It had surprised him how fast he’d tossed her the keys
when she offered to drive. No one, not even his brothers, had been allowed to
drive his truck. But all Serefina had to do was give him a soft look and he was
toast.
They’d been at a truck stop for a short
break a while back, and he couldn’t begin to say how arrogantly proud he’d been
to see all the men who watched her stroll by and jump up easily into the diesel
and drive away. He should’ve known she wouldn’t have a problem driving his
truck—her Xterra was a stick shift.
So he’d grabbed a nap, and now, he
remained in the same position watching her. Country still played on the
satellite radio and he fought off a smile. The only sign she may be a bit
nervous was every so often she’d drop her hand to the shifter and caress the
knob.
The setting sun only added to her
beauty. She wore an old tee and a baggy pair of jeans along with some hiking
boots.
“Why are you staring at me?”
This time, he did smile. “How do you
know I was staring?”
“I can feel your eyes on me, Taber.
What’s wrong? Need to drive your truck? I promise I didn’t put a single scratch
on it.” Her voice was patronisingly sweet.
He sat up and ran a finger down her
cheek. “Nope, you’re doing just fine. You can drive anytime.”
Her grin flashed, fast and fierce. “I
like driving it. Big and powerful.” She glanced towards him. “Things I like.”
His cock went from semi to fully
aroused in the space of a second. “You tryin’ to get a reaction from me,
angel?”
“Maybe.” She shook her head. “No. I’m
sorry. We need to discuss how this is going to go.”
“I’ve got guns with me. I don’t know.
Let’s see the setup before we decide.”
“What about your director?”
He lifted a shoulder. “What about him?
I’m done fuckin’ around with this guy while he picks off agents at his leisure
and skates away free as a bird. Plus, if he has Forrest and Kline, we need to
get them out, not worry with the damn procedure.”
Staring at her face, he waited to see
if shock or uncertainty appeared. Neither did. In fact, the corner of her mouth
lifted into a terse grin. “You are definitely my kind of man, Taber Kysenzki. I
think I love you,” she uttered in a tone which was part laughter, part
sincerity. She downshifted smoothly and took them higher in elevation.
I
think I love you. Words he totally took in a way much different than she
meant them.
“What is Thurgood to you?”
A tic appeared behind her molars and he
knew she struggled mightily for control. “He killed my sister.” A heavy sigh.
“I told but no one believed me.”
He frowned. “When did this happen?”
Another tense moment. “Remember I told
you how I got into this? Well, she was the casualty of that gun deal I
discovered. But no one would believe a child who’d lost her sister. But the
lead agent took an interest in me and gave me his card with the words, ‘Come to
me when you’re ready’. I got in touch with him the week before I graduated from
high school. James actually showed up and sat in the crowd at the ceremony. He
talked to my parents and I left with him to the academy.”
He thought for a moment. “James
McKeon?”
“One and
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