Page 20 of Fastlander Fallen

“For real?” He dug through the bag, and said, “Oh hell yeah,” as he pulled the small, brand-new bottle of mustard out. “Oh my God, is that Swiss cheese?”

“I am pretty amazing,” she said, bowing her head.

“Girl. Girl!” he uttered as he made another sandwich. “You do not understand how awesome this is.”

She sat down criss-cross applesauce, squeezed mayo onto her roast beef sandwich, and took a bite. She cracked open one of the beers and handed it to him without a word. He took it smoothly, then offered her a bite of his sandwich. She tried it, and nodded. Not bad with the mustard.

Chewing her huge bite, she looked at the others. “Who are we thinking Gunner will choose?”

“Rumor is, Captain is still in the running,” he said so low, she almost missed it.

“What?” she whisper-screamed. “The drama.”

He arched his dark brows and nodded, then took another huge bite. She didn’t know why, but she’d always been attracted to men who could eat a lot. There was only one bite left of his sandwich, and he offered it to her. She took it, and he instantly started making another one. She giggled around her bite. “Are you a pig shifter?”

“It’s called a boar shifter, and no. You won’t guess,” he told her.

“Firefly?” she joked.

He snorted and swallowed his bite, took a drink of the beer, then straightened his spine and sighed a relieved sound.

“The fighting is hard on your body, huh?” she asked.

“The fast healing is awesome, but it drains us.”

“I should’ve gotten you a coffee instead of beer, then.”

“Nah, this is perfect. Thank you.” He set the drink down, set his sandwich on his thigh, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a couple twenty-dollar bills from his wallet.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I will put it in you car if you don’t take it. Seriously, thank you.”

She smiled softly and took the money. “No problem. Glad I could help.” She shoved the folded money into her sports bra, and opened her own beer. At least it was still pretty cold.

“Did you just store your money in your cleavage?” he asked, eyes trained on her middle.

“You like that?” she asked cheekily. “Well, then you’ll love this.” She reached into her cleavage and pulled out her lip gloss.

He belted out a laugh. “What else do you have in there?”

“Would you like a piece of gum?” She pulled out a little silver-wrapped piece of peppermint-flavored gum.

He took it from her fingertips. “Oh, it’s warm.”

“It’s been in the warmer.”

He was chuckling this rich, deep sound that loosened her up even more. He had a great laugh. It was easy.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“Afraid not. Just some lumberjack’s money and lip gloss in there now. I’m low on goodies.”

“It’s the perfect purse.”

“And I never have to worry about color-coordinating with my outfit. So good.”

“Elite,” he agreed. “You full?” he asked, gesturing at the last bite of sandwich she was stalling on.

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