Page 76 of Legacy's Call

Deacon stood up. “Let me check on my guys, and then I’d like you to take me on a tour of the camp.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be there in a minute.” Ronan waited until his brother walked out of the tent before he went up to Fleur. “I need something.”

She frowned. “What?”

“This.” Sliding his arms around her, he lowered for a kiss. The hit of dopamine was instantaneous. Hell, maybe it was the oxytocin or serotonin. It didn’t matter what the shit was. The pleasure slammed into him immediately, intense as fuck, and he craved it with an intensity that knocked him on his ass. He lifted away slowly, watching as she opened her eyes. “Fuck, you’re irresistible.”

She smiled at him and licked her lips. “Right back at you.”

“We’ll get through this shuttering, and when we return to the States, you’ll come to Colorado with me.”

She cocked her head. “That didn’t sound like a question.”

“It wasn’t. There’s no question we need to explore this more. We’ve agreed on that already.”

She smiled at him. “We have.”

“Then there’s no argument. You come with me.”

“Only because I want to.” She lifted her eyebrows a couple of times.

“I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want.” He lowered for a slow, intense kiss. When he finished, she sighed and leaned against his chest. “I know, and that’s why I’ll come with you. But I already told you that.”

“I wanted it confirmed when we weren’t in the after-effects of mind-bending, reality-altering sex.”

She laughed and looked up at him. “It is confirmed. I’m in complete control of my faculties.”

“Good to know.” He kissed her forehead. “Promise me you won’t do anything to attract his attention.”

“Promise. He’ll be pissed he wasn’t notifiedsooner, so I don’t think he’ll be around much, but I can keep tabs on him.” She looked down at the thick notebook beside her notification checklist. “I need to let these people know they’ll be leaving tomorrow. Rana, Tammara, and I will do it. They have no reason to believe Miller doesn’t know, so they won’t talk to him about it.”

“I’ll brief him in the morning. That will keep you out of his target range.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

He knew she wasn’t, but he wished she were. Caution always motivated him to be aware of his surroundings. “Just be cautious. Hoping things aren’t true is all right, trusting someone who’s been identified as suspicious isn’t the way to play this.”

“I promise. I’m suspicious of Miller. I won’t do anything stupid.”

He smiled at her. “You’ve never been stupid.” He kissed her one more time then let her get back to her work.

Deacon was walking toward him when he came out of the tent. “This way.” Ronan bypassed Miller’s tent and headed into the camp. Ronan explained the two instances of poaching that had happened since they’d been at the camp.

“How many did they get each time?” Deaconstopped short as a young boy ran out from between two huts and darted between another set. “A lot of kids here, isn’t there?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure the camp knows how many. It’s a best-guess type of situation. The camp isn’t a controlled entry or exit like the ones the local ISIL or their government runs. Here, people can come and go as they like, and with the drawdown, there are only a couple of people doing registration.”

Deacon looked around. “Sanitation is good.”

“Yeah, they have a well, which helps. The chow hall is over that way. Now that they have supplies, most people process through for one meal daily. At least that’s what Fleur tells me.” Ronan led him to an outside track around the tents. He lowered his voice as he continued to talk. “The local militia commander told us there was a drop area in the ruined capstone rock area at the main gate. Wraith and I set up a camera last night after most of the camp went to sleep.”

“A drop for what?” his brother asked as he took a piece of taffy from his pocket. Deacon offered one to him, and he took it.

“Instructions on when and where to cut the fence line.”

“And this has been going on the entire time?”

“Fleur said it has been, but when the new militia lead came in, it slowed.”

---