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This is better.
I would give him a world-class hand-job, but I’m not in reach. And I think he’d rather make my eyes roll back. Which they do.
Again.
We’re well and good. He reaches a peak, coming in his palm, and in the next few minutes, he has time to wash his hands and we clean up and begin to dress.
Bang!
I jump.
His head turns to the door. The bang is just a knock.
“Oh my God.” I touch my heart to see if it’s still inside me.Still beating.We finish putting on clothes at rapid-speed.
Just please don’t be Tony.
Please.
29
JANE COBALT
2 Days Snowed-In
After Thatcher unlocks the door,Akara enters, his red jacket wet. Snowflakes melt in his black hair, and ice crystalizes on his eyelashes.
Just seeing him makes me shiver. I pull my blanket back on my shoulders and clutch the whiskey.
Akara glances from Thatcher to me, back to Thatcher.
“We’re not staying alone together for that long,” Thatcher tells his lead. “I have a timer set on my watch.”
One hour.
We both agreed on the timeframe, and I bet we only have minutes left.
Akara shrugs off his jacket. “I wouldn’t push it any longer than that. Tony has already asked some of the guys if they thought you were acting weird.”
Thatcher nods and looks him over. “You found signal?”
“Yep. On the east end of the property.”
“How deep?”
“A hundred feet from the bird feeder.”
My mouth drops. “That far?”
“Yeah.” He throws his jacket in the hamper and blows on his palms. “Without walls blocking the spot, it’s freezing. I couldn’t spend more than five minutes there. But I spoke to Connor.”
I sway back. “You called my dad?” Out of all people, Akara chose to reach out to him.
Thatcher frowns. “You didn’t call Price or Sinclair?”The Alpha and Epsilon leads.
“I could only stand out there long enough to make two calls, and they were my third and fourth.” He speaks too urgently for me to interject. “Connor is going to relay our status to the families. I explained that we’re fine and waiting out the storm. On his end, he’s going to try and have people come up here and clear the roads…but this storm isbad.”
“How bad?” I swallow whiskey as tension mounts.
