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His toothy grin glinted in the low light. “Jackson has a plan.”
“Really now?” The skepticism dripped from my words.
“Not exactly sure what it is, but I trust him.”
“You’re a fool to trust him.”
“He’s my brother.”
“So is Nonno,” I reminded him. There was one man I would never trust, again.
His laugh was short. “Yeah, well, there’s that.”
“Remember what I said about not trusting friends?”
“Do you trust your girls?”
I ruffled his hair in answer. But added, “No.”
“Touché.”
He did have a point. “That doesn’t mean I don’t love them. Jackson is a snake. But he’s really good at being a snake. If you trust that, then we’re on the same page.”
That got another chuckle from Wolf. “Aw, babe. You say the damnedest things.”
“I say the truth.”
He grunted but didn’t have a comeback for me. Instead, he kissed my neck again and lured me out of my clothes.
Camping wasn’t awful. But I could do without getting mosquito bites on my ass.
Chapter Ten
“Get your asses up, we got a problem.” Jackson’s voice was one of the last things I wanted to hear first thing in the morning.
Beside me, hell, half on top of me, Meghan stirred. “What doeshewant?”
Our naked bodies slipped against each other as we tried and failed to find the right way out of the cocoon of sleeping bags.
Jackson started scrabbling for the zipper to the tent.
“Gimme a second, will ya?” I yelled.
“Shit.” Tits grabbed the nearest shirt she could find, mine. I snapped my fingers, and she ignored me, throwing me my pants instead.
“Woman, give me my shirt.”
Jackson stuck his head in. “Yeah, give him the shirt.” He grinned and ogled her breasts, unbound and poking through the thin fabric.
“Eyes north, asshole.” I tugged on my pants, being careful to not expose any of her skin to my president.
“Trot got a call, and so did Nonno. I haven’t checked in with Animal yet.”
“What kind of call?” Tits found my socks and her underwear. She handed the socks off and shimmied into her panties. I paused a moment in my own struggles to run an admiring hand over her ass.
“Quick and JR had company. They fucked with his shop. Luckily, they were in the tunnels under the lab. Since when do you chicks need drug tunnels?”
“Residual from Margaret’s husband.” She coughed to cover the way her throat clamped down. I pulled her in and kissed her head.
