Page 112 of GAF Factor

“Just a hunch. Jane has her sex face on.”

I grimaced at that. “I didn’t need to know that.”

He chuckled over the phone. “Dude, your girl is dirty.”

“Fuck, would you shut up, IRIS?”

I was driving. The last thing I needed to think about was Isla getting off watching someone else having sex, especially when I wasn’t there to join her.

“Okay, I think they’re gonna leave…No, they’re looking again. Man, whatever is going on in there must be really interesting.”

“Well, why don’t you go find out?”

“And ruin their fun? I would never do such a thing.”

“This is ridiculous. I’m hanging up now.”

“Oh, you’re gonna miss some good stuff,” he laughed. “I’ll fill you in when you get back.”

He hung up and I tossed the phone across the car. I was fucking pissed. I never should have left her alone. I should have sent someone else for the food. It took forever to get her coffee and then I had to stop for gas. By the time I got back to the cabin, I was pretty sure her Chinese food was cold. I rushed inside, ready to catch her in the act, but what I found was her passed out on the bed with wet hair and a towel wrapped around her waist. I pulled the covers up over her body and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Fuck, this woman could get away with murder if she tried hard enough.

The cold airbit my skin as I stood out on the front porch. It was fucking cold outside, but it was the only place I could talk to any of the teams.

“He’s still inside,” Lock confirmed. “We’ve seen no signs of the Irish. I think we need to move now while we still can.”

“Agreed. Let’s take him.”

“We’ll move in immediately.”

“Lock,” I cut in before he could hang up, “remember, don’t hurt the guy.”

“You know, I don’t know very many guys in your position who would be quite so willing to keep their lover’s ex in good condition after the shit he’s pulled.”

I gritted my teeth, pissed that I had to do it. “It’s for Isla, not me. If it were up to me, I’d kill the fucker and be done with it.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t have a thing for this guy still?”

“Positive.”

“Alright, we’ll keep our hands off.”

“Keep me posted.”

“Will do.”

I hung up and headed back inside just as Isla was waking up from her nap. Stretching on the bed, her hair hung in somewhat dry curls down her back and her towel had long since been removed.

Well, I removed it. I couldn’t help myself. I liked to see her naked.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

She smiled at me, rubbing her eyes. “How long was I asleep?”

“A couple of hours. Did you sleep while I was gone?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“I just watched some television.”

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