Linda Kay Silva - Delta Stevens 3 - Weathering the Storm by Linda Kay Silva Page A

backwards, hitting the pavement hard on his back. He remained there as well.
    Connie nodded over to Delta. “Nice move, Storm. A shot to the throat? I’m impressed.”
    “I had a good teacher.” Smiling into Connie’s smoldering eyes, Delta rubbed the knuckles on her left hand.
    Slowly rising to one knee, the man Delta hit shook his head as if trying to clear a fog.
    “Stay down, pal, or I’ll turn Fluffball loose on you.”
    The man looked over at Connie, hesitated a moment, and then immediately lay back down. “Ya don’t have to tell me twice.”
    “Should we call it in?” Connie asked, straightening her hair behind her shoulders.
    Delta shook her head. “If pretty boy wants to press charges, then I suppose we’ll have to. What do you say, pretty boy?” Delta nudged him with the tip of her shoe.
    Laying on the ground, still holding his stomach, pretty boy waved them off. “I think I can handle it now.”
    Delta laughed. “Right. Well, I hope you handle it better than you were handling it when we got here. Come on, Con, let’s get out of here.” Turning away, Delta chuckled. Immediately, Connie caught up to her and wheeled her around.
    “If you ever tell anyone what he called me, I’ll poison your coffee. I’ll boil your cats, I’ll—”
    It took everything Delta had to keep from guffawing in her face.
    Fluffball? It just might be worth a cup of hemlock.

Chapter 6
     
    It had been a longer day than it needed to be. It was bad enough that she was being dumped into Training Patrol, but Delta thought she might have busted a knuckle on her left hand, her shooting hand. Unlike most lefties, who had occasional use of their right hands, Delta was the most left-handed person she knew. Heaving a frustrated sigh, Delta longed to sink into one of Megan’s long, loving hugs and hide from the world for a little while. Just the thought of hugging Megan brought a smile to Delta’s face and erased some of the tension that had built up during the day.
    Opening the door to her house, Delta’s shoulders drooped in disappointment as she pulled her key from the knob. No lights on meant Megan had chosen to stay at her place for the evening.
    Great, Delta thought, as she felt along the wall for the light switch that was placed too far away from the door. One of the worst days of her life and she was coming home to an empty house.
    When the lights flicked on, Delta’s shoulders straightened back up and a smile found its way to her face as she caught sight of a long, sensuous body laying on the couch in nothing but a red silk teddy—the one she had bought Megan on Valentine’s Day.
    “Hi,” came Megan’s sultry voice.
    “Hi, yourself.” Closing the door behind her, Delta did not move from the entry hall. She preferred, instead, to take in the vision stretched like a contented cat before her. Megan’s long blonde hair cascaded freely down her shoulders, coming to rest at the V of the teddy. Her bare legs crossed at the ankles, Megan slowly moved her right foot up her smooth left leg.
    Gulping down her desire, Delta stepped away from the door. “Been waiting long?” she asked, freeing herself from her jacket. Beneath her shirt, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she forgot all about the pain in her left hand and the ache in her pride.
    “You look fantastic.”
    Megan’s eyes sparkled. “Why, thank you. You look—”
    “Like I’ve had a rough day?”
    “Like you lost your dog.”
    Moving over to the couch, Delta knelt before Megan and laid her head on her chest. Inhaling through her nose, she smelled roses and violets on Megan’s skin. “That’s kind of how I feel.”
    Megan’s long fingers wove their way through Delta’s waves, sending tingling sensations over her scalp and down the back of her neck. “That bad, huh?”
    Nodding, Delta buried her face deeper against Megan’s body. “That bad.” Delta wrapped her arms around Megan’s waist and pulled herself on top of her. Suddenly, the fire she’d