Page 157 of New Storm Rising
“What about on your end?” Creed enquired. “Where are the man and the woman?”
He was answered by nothing but silence.
“I saidwhere are the man and the woman?”
Again, nothing but silence. In the distance, a coyote howled.
Creed’s sky-blue eyes sparkled, his smile widening even so slightly. “This is the last time I’ll ask. Where. Are. The. Man. And. The. Woman? You…you do have them, don’t you?”
Brass looked distinctly uncomfortable. Wolf somehow had retreated to the back again, where he was being busy polishing his knife, while Cobra had melded with the shadows.
“Well?” Creed’s hand fell on the butt of his revolver. His eyes effortlessly zeroed in on where Cobra hid in the darkness. “Speak!”
Reluctantly, the slit-eyed man emerged from the shadows.
“Well, leader…it is like this…”
And he started to recount the events of the night. When he was finally done, silence once more descended over the empty landscape.
“Hm…” Creed stroked his chin, thoughtfully.
“What now, boss?” Brass asked.
“What do you think?” Sarge snorted. “After what you just told us? An armoured vehicle? Gunslinging brides? Seems like our intel was a bit lacking.”
“This,” Cobra said, thoughtfully, “isn’t going to be as easy as we thought.”
Everyone’s eyes flicked towards their boss.
“Don’t worry.” Once again, Creed smiled. Somewhere in the darkness, a hungry coyote who had been sneaking closer, shivered, turned tail and ran away. “I have a plan.”
Humping with Hubby
Leaning back into the upholstery of the coach, I blew away the smoke rising from the muzzle of my revolver and checked my reflection in the pewter luggage rack. Yep, like I thought. Looking badass!
“Feeling better?” Mr Ambrose enquired.
“Very much so, Sir. Shooting people is an amazingly relaxing pastime.”
“I concur.”
“Although…”
“Yes?”
I glanced down at the now only half-full case of ammunition, then glanced up at my dear husband, batting my eyelashes. “Where exactly can I file bullets as business expenses?”
“Dream on.”
“Awww, come on now! Don’t you love me?”
“Indeed I do. Which is why I will let you pay for your own bullets so you can be a strong, independent woman like you always wanted.”
Damn! Why did he have to be so bloody devious and stingy and…
Right. Absolutely right. I was too darn independent for my own good! Too independent to ever accept him paying for anything.
Except maybe solid chocolate.
