Page 72 of Justice for Radar

“We can do that, too.”

She shook her head. “Maybe tomorrow or the next day, but it’s getting on toward the afternoon and by the time we got out of the Alamo, the Missions would be closing. Besides, the Alamo is right there on the Riverwalk, might as well get dinner along it – make the most of the crazy amount for parking.”

I nodded slowly and said, “Sounds good. Want to do me a favor and dress to ride while we help Collier get these boxes in here?”

She bit her lips together and nodded.

“You know, I sort of pictured doing these sorts of things just you and me,” she murmured for my ears only and she sounded disappointed. I chuckled and kissed her softly, letting it intensify slowly until I had managed to kiss her breathless.

“Plenty of time for that later,” I said, dropping my voice into a lower register. “That’s a promise.”

She shuddered against my palm which was at the side of her throat as my thumb caressed her pulse point. I smiled, and I know it held an edge of wickedness, but she was so sweet in her natural submissiveness and fuck that was a turn on.

“Go on,” I ordered gently, letting my voice be a velvet caress against her ear as I whispered into it. “Dress to ride,” I reminded her before releasing her and standing.

She nodded mutely and got up, going for the stairs and looking back as though trying to figure something out. I smiled and watched her go, Atlas coming out of the little water closet down here.

“She game?” he asked, looking after her.

“She’s game,” I said and looked back to Collier and La Croix.

“Big guy’s game, too. Looks like we all in,” Collier said.

“Good deal,” I answered.

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Justice wasn’t kiddingwhen she said the Alamo wassmack dabin the middle of downtown. Likewise, she wasn’t kidding when she said it was small. I think the four of us dudes had our minds fucking blown by it just a little. We took pictures at the monument, bought our tickets, and went around all the living history exhibits around the outside before making our way in.

I took as many pictures as I could of Justice despite her protests and held her tight for every selfie. Atlas had her in stitches with his photo bombing and we had quite a few shots on my phone with my bro hugging her tight and even the both of us kissing each of her cheeks while she laughed, eyes scrunched, smile wide and worth a thousand bucks.

Fuck, I was enjoying the fall as I plummeted deeply in love with her.

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Justice…

We went through the giftshop and I wanted to remember today so badly, I bought myself a little miniature of the Alamo to sit on my desk. Except when I went to pay for it, Radar wouldn’t hear of it, telling me to put my money away as he bought a tee shirt and a book for himself and a tank top for each of his girls.

Likewise, Atlas, Collier, and La Croix made purchases of their own and then it was to the Riverwalk.

The afternoon had drug on toward an early evening as the summer waned into fall; and it was already growing dark. The majority of us; Collier, La Croix, and myself, were starving and Collier made some noises about some good Tex Mex; I happened to know of a bar up ahead but only by virtue of its reputation for good Tex Mex and cold beer. How did I know? It was all my ex-husband could enthusiastically talk about after going to it with a bunch of his Army buddies one Friday night with broken promises that he would justhave to take meat the first opportunity, which of course never came.

“Would you like to be inside or out on the patio?” the hostess asked and a silence fell on us and when I looked up, four sets of eyes were on me.

“Oh! Um… um… patio?” I squeaked.

“Sure thing! Right this way.” The bubbly hostess plucked five menus and led us through the bar that was crowded, dark, and blaring country rock music and back out into the heat and the bright sun.

The tables out here were shaded by square umbrellas. Each one a solid color in red, orange, yellow, or blue and canted on their poles to face and block the worst of the direct sun. We were seated at a table next to the railing, the patio overlooking the Riverwalk and the river below.

It wasn’t too bad in the shade, near the water like this. A stiff breeze blew carrying the faint whiff of chlorine from some of the nearby decorative fountains, and the smells from the bar’s kitchen.

We started with drinks, the boys getting beers and myself? I got something off the cocktail menu that was on happy hour special that was both fruity and girly sounding which is exactly how I liked my drinks.

“What do you think?” Atlas said after lowering his beer bottle from his lips. “Get after that garage and packing some of that shit up when we get back to the house?”

“We might can do that.” Collier nodded in agreement.

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