Page 78 of Affair
Poe wasn’t surprised by that either. Gamble was loyal to a fault, and he was a good person. He’d learned plenty about him over the almost three months they had been together.
As patient and doctor.
“Okay,” he said, not sure how he could argue that.
Was it dangerous?
Yes.
Did he believe Gamble could do it?
Yes.
“If that’s what you think is best, Gamble, I understand,” he stated.
What did he know?
The only time he hid from anyone was when he and Hemmingway played hide-and-seek as children at their family estate.
“So we’ll get off on foot, and I’ll get us situated. I have to find us a place we can camp and not be seen. It has to be somewhere they won’t find us, and then, tonight, when it’s dark, I’ll head back and do some recon.”
Yeah, Poe didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
Oh, not the part where Gamble did recon. That was the most Marine thing about him. He didn’t like that it meant he’d be alone in the dark, without Gamble around him.
That wouldn’t be fun.
Gamble felt the tension in his body, and he tried to reassure the man.
“Don’t worry, Poe,” he began. “I have a lighter,” Gamble said. “So I’ll be able to get us a fire. I’ll either catch or find food for us. It won’t be as good as your cooking, but it’ll be food.”
Instead of being absolutely terrified, Poe was feeling all kinds of other things.
Like what?
Why did this turn him on?
Why was the idea of this man taking care of him and protecting him as they were being hunted down make his libido go haywire?
Oh, he knew.
Poe needed to see a shrink of his own.
Seeing this man in his element, wild, protective, and feral…
Shit.
It almost made him forget they were being tracked for some crazy-ass reason.
They rode for a few more minutes, and Poe was trying to enjoy the feel of the man against him. He was going to be walking shortly, and this was likely the last time he’d be pressed to the front of Gamble.
When they came to a creek, Gamble stopped Diablo with his heels.
