town – that place where the people are. I’m sure you can find some willing…”
He cuts me off choking.
“You gonna talk like that with ma right behind you?”
He knows I’ll whirl around and probably hurt myself but I do and he laughs. “Dick.”
“Seriously though – what’s the issue?” I hear him slurp up his coffee over the line.
“Jamie got this email and there’s no information. I figure since anything with a power button is your kind of thing, you might could get something from it?” I try to sound casual but he knows better.
“What are you thinkin’ Noah? Tay and TJ just left… if it isn’t safe for them to be on their own, we need to be trackin’ em’.”
“I don’t think they’re the target, to be honest.” Looking around I spot a clump of dirt and give it a little kick. “You’ll see what I mean. Plus, you can’t tell me you ain’t trackin’ em’ anyways.”
“I don’t need your computer, I can log into her account and check it out.”
That’s what I thought.
“You can do that?”
“You question my abilities?” He scoffs.
“Not today. Let me know, and check the feed, too.”
“Asta.”
We hang up and I give the farm a good once over. My spidey sense is tingling and that is never a good thing. I believe in my training and I believe my senses – someone is out there. The question is, do they belong out there and do they know I know they’re out there. For the sake of ease, hopefully they’re none the wiser. I don’t actually think they’re on the property but “out there” in general. We can only keep Jamie here for so long.
Or so Taylor says. She mustn’t remember how stubborn I am.
Kidnapping isn’t exactly my style but I’m not really above it, either. Not if it benefits me in the long run.
Taking another trip around the farm with my peepers, I adjust my leg and head back inside.
Another system failure is not acceptable.
* * *
I was supposed to be finding the bathroom, so naturally I creeped into the room with a sign over the door that read “Noah”. As the door opens, you’re hit with the distinct scent of the man weaseling his way under my wall; Wood, some kind of oil and spearmint tobacco. The combination sounds odd but it’s delectable and sinfully sexy on him. I’ve never seen him “dip” as they call it and I really hope he doesn’t smoke because that’s a major turnoff – not like I’d care much when it came to Noah. His room was done up in sports things from his own trophies, medals and framed jersey’s to some team memorabilia here and there. The bed was done in simple white sheets, crimson red and black pillows, topped off by a fluffy comforter; the comforter was likely down and had a black duvet cover donning a large C with some bird in the middle.
I walked over, sat down where I thought he’d lay and fingered the emblem.
“Gamecocks.” A low, sultry voice said.
My cheeks burned knowing I’d been caught.
“What?” The word “Cocks” in particular had me on alert. It wasn’t exactly a word I used in every day conversation. Or ever.
“The team. It’s the South Carolina Gamecocks.” He gave a small laugh but the storm in his eyes was raging ferociously. Noah stood holding the door frame up by his hip.
“Who names a team…that?” I try to hide my face because no matter how dark it is, the blush is drowning me and I’m sure he’d notice it.
Another laugh, then he takes two long strides over to the bed and lays down beside me.
“A gamecock is a bird; a rooster that is pretty fierce. They’re commonly used for cockfighting because they’re so tough. It’s a damn good name for a team if you ask me.”
“Well, I suppose.”
“You know anything about football, Jamie?” Noah turns his head to me and we’re nearly touching at the nose.
“I know it has a ball, but it’s a wussy sport compared to hockey.”
Noah laughed so hard he shook the bed and a tear escaped the corner of his
He cuts me off choking.
“You gonna talk like that with ma right behind you?”
He knows I’ll whirl around and probably hurt myself but I do and he laughs. “Dick.”
“Seriously though – what’s the issue?” I hear him slurp up his coffee over the line.
“Jamie got this email and there’s no information. I figure since anything with a power button is your kind of thing, you might could get something from it?” I try to sound casual but he knows better.
“What are you thinkin’ Noah? Tay and TJ just left… if it isn’t safe for them to be on their own, we need to be trackin’ em’.”
“I don’t think they’re the target, to be honest.” Looking around I spot a clump of dirt and give it a little kick. “You’ll see what I mean. Plus, you can’t tell me you ain’t trackin’ em’ anyways.”
“I don’t need your computer, I can log into her account and check it out.”
That’s what I thought.
“You can do that?”
“You question my abilities?” He scoffs.
“Not today. Let me know, and check the feed, too.”
“Asta.”
We hang up and I give the farm a good once over. My spidey sense is tingling and that is never a good thing. I believe in my training and I believe my senses – someone is out there. The question is, do they belong out there and do they know I know they’re out there. For the sake of ease, hopefully they’re none the wiser. I don’t actually think they’re on the property but “out there” in general. We can only keep Jamie here for so long.
Or so Taylor says. She mustn’t remember how stubborn I am.
Kidnapping isn’t exactly my style but I’m not really above it, either. Not if it benefits me in the long run.
Taking another trip around the farm with my peepers, I adjust my leg and head back inside.
Another system failure is not acceptable.
* * *
I was supposed to be finding the bathroom, so naturally I creeped into the room with a sign over the door that read “Noah”. As the door opens, you’re hit with the distinct scent of the man weaseling his way under my wall; Wood, some kind of oil and spearmint tobacco. The combination sounds odd but it’s delectable and sinfully sexy on him. I’ve never seen him “dip” as they call it and I really hope he doesn’t smoke because that’s a major turnoff – not like I’d care much when it came to Noah. His room was done up in sports things from his own trophies, medals and framed jersey’s to some team memorabilia here and there. The bed was done in simple white sheets, crimson red and black pillows, topped off by a fluffy comforter; the comforter was likely down and had a black duvet cover donning a large C with some bird in the middle.
I walked over, sat down where I thought he’d lay and fingered the emblem.
“Gamecocks.” A low, sultry voice said.
My cheeks burned knowing I’d been caught.
“What?” The word “Cocks” in particular had me on alert. It wasn’t exactly a word I used in every day conversation. Or ever.
“The team. It’s the South Carolina Gamecocks.” He gave a small laugh but the storm in his eyes was raging ferociously. Noah stood holding the door frame up by his hip.
“Who names a team…that?” I try to hide my face because no matter how dark it is, the blush is drowning me and I’m sure he’d notice it.
Another laugh, then he takes two long strides over to the bed and lays down beside me.
“A gamecock is a bird; a rooster that is pretty fierce. They’re commonly used for cockfighting because they’re so tough. It’s a damn good name for a team if you ask me.”
“Well, I suppose.”
“You know anything about football, Jamie?” Noah turns his head to me and we’re nearly touching at the nose.
“I know it has a ball, but it’s a wussy sport compared to hockey.”
Noah laughed so hard he shook the bed and a tear escaped the corner of his
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