Page 27 of Prophet
I smirked. “Yeah, I know it sounds crazy.”
“No, no. I was planning what we would do.” He smiled at me.
I was laughing again.
“I also would make sure you wore nothing but that beautiful smile of yours. Just like you are right now.” He raised his brows playfully.
I slowly shook my head as I swiped away a leftover tear from laughing too much. “And I will demand the same. You are smokin’ hot there, Prophet.” I bit at my lip as my cheeks flushed. “I mean what do you do, stay in the gym all day?”
“Not hardly. I really do work at a ranch, like I told you before. Hefting bales of hay into corals, roping steers, branding. Cleaning stalls, grooming horses, fixing fences. And that goes on from sun up till sun down almost. It’s better than a gym.”
“I never thought I would end up with a cowboy. Wow. Like not a real life Clint Eastman!” I teased him.
He reached down and tweaked my nipple. “You are profiling me now, little lady,” he drawled thickly.
I laughed.
“And it isEastwood,”he corrected me. “I mean I just cannot understand how a person has never heard his name before.”
I was still chuckling as I said, “I looked him up online and he was handsome. I knew it was Eastwood, but I just love it when you get all worked up. Especially over a silly movie star.”
He gasped and looked totally aghast. “Silly?”
At his insulted expression, I burst into huge laughter. “Oh, my gosh, Prophet. You are just too easy to tease!”
“Dem’s fighting words, missy,” he used his twanging drawl again.
I could not stop laughing. The man was precious, no one in my life had ever made me so happy. I grabbed his cheeks with both hands and told him, “Don’t ever change, Prophet.” I kissed him again. I found that I wanted to do that every few minutes.
He wrapped his arms around me as we fell into another deep, wild and scorching kiss. It went on and on as he rolled me over onto my back. Yes, I wanted this, I wanted this man for always. I loved the feel of him, his smooth hard chest, his warm arms, the whole Prophet package. How on earth had he remained single? My thoughts drifted away as his kiss made me feel like I was floating on air.
My euphoric bubble popped when a banging sounded on the door and we broke apart.
Sitting up, Prophet shook his head and glanced over at the bedside clock to look at the time. “What’s gone wrong now?” Getting up, he grabbed the towel from the carpet and wrapped it around his hips, then went to the door.
I ducked beneath the covers. I don’t know why, but I did. It wasn’t like I’d done anything wrong, but I didn’t want anyone to see me nude either.
“He sent his message,” Redemption told him right off. “Logan forwarded it to my cell.”
I peeked out from under the covers to see Redemption passing the phone to him.
Prophet looked down at it, then he actually growled. “That fucker. What kind of shit is this?”
“Man, I don’t know. Games?” Redemption released a breath and said, “It tells us nothing. He seems to be playing the villain in some movie.”
“He looks bad, Redemption. Real bad.”
“I know, but he’s alive.”
“And this is Deacon’s proof of life,” Prophet said in a low tone.
“It seems like it. Then the message he sent with it here…” Redemption tapped the screen.
“The hell?” Prophet exclaimed. “What is he playing at?”
“I’m sorry. I am, but they want you to come down now. The plan we had won’t work.”
Prophet handed his phone back. “I know, but this might be better.”
