explain the sudden storm that had hit North Central Montana.
Crossing to the dresser, he jerked it open and rifled through until his hand came out with a long flannel nightgown. Much better.
It took him seconds to strip her bare, but then he stalled as his eyes roved her body. She was exquisite. Her breasts were full and her hips flared just enough to make his hands itch. Bending, he smoothed a rough hand up her rib cage, resting it just under the swell of one bare breast. She wore panties under her gown, but no bra, and the sight was mesmerizing. He cupped her breast and kneaded it, surprised at the softness that evoked such a rigid response in his jeans.
“RedKnife, you need me?”
He jerked his hand free and straightened, ashamed at having fondled the woman in her unconscious state, but unable to stop himself.
“No.” His response was clipped.
Pulling the comforter from the bed, he wrapped Cindy and lifted her. Exiting the house, he found King waiting outside the door.
As RedKnife exited, King entered. Per protocol, King would clean up any mess to ensure that if anyone came looking for her they’d suspect no foul play.
Settling his burden in the backseat of the truck King had brought, RedKnife climbed into the driver’s seat and started the vehicle before backing out. King would shift and fly back to StoneCrow once he’d completed his task.
No one would suspect anything until RedKnife failed to arrive at StoneCrow with the alleged traitor.
Chapter 10
When he’d made the decision to take the woman, he wasn’t sure, but as he raced north, he knew it wouldn’t be long before King was flying back to StoneCrow. That meant that King would inquire into RedKnife’s arrival, and then all hell would break loose.
Why he’d chosen to go north when the road east was a safer bet, he wasn’t sure. Something about the North simply called to him.
His eyes darted to the feminine burden sleeping soundly in the backseat. He’d stolen an enemy right out from under Monroe, and there’d be hell to pay for deceiving the Dominant Walker.
What are you doing? He couldn’t help but ask himself, but something about the way she’d been when she was alone with him…well, him in dog form, told him she wasn’t an evil person. She was world-weary, and certainly beaten down, but not malicious in the least. In fact, she’d been willing to share what little food she had with a stray dog.
“We could run away, and all we’d have to worry about is each other and food.” Her words played back to him, and he wondered if she wasn’t some form of siren who’d bewitched him with her sultry tone and feminine wiles, because he had, in fact, taken her and run away. He’d been unable to help himself. After her breakdown, he’d felt an inexplicable tensing of his body as the overwhelming need to protect her seized him. Then she’d had her nightmare, and the urge to protect grew into possessiveness when she’d muttered that ass Cody’s name. He couldn’t explain it, but he’d learned enough over the years to understand that, if his gut was telling him something, to go with it. So he did.
Unsure where to go, he simply drove. The roads to Havre were bad as the snow continued to fall, but it didn’t prevent him from shooting through the city and continuing north. He didn’t have connections like the other Walkers, and there was no cabin, bunker, or house tucked away somewhere that belonged to him. Hell, he’d even scoffed at the credit cards Monroe had handed out to each of the Sentries. RedKnife’s probably still sat on the counter of the unused cabin assigned to him at StoneCrow. At the time, he’d prided himself on his self-sufficiency. What kind of man would he be if he needed the assistance of others? Now, he regretted not having made better choices. If he’d done as many other Sentries had and secured a private residence off-site, he’d have a place to run to
Crossing to the dresser, he jerked it open and rifled through until his hand came out with a long flannel nightgown. Much better.
It took him seconds to strip her bare, but then he stalled as his eyes roved her body. She was exquisite. Her breasts were full and her hips flared just enough to make his hands itch. Bending, he smoothed a rough hand up her rib cage, resting it just under the swell of one bare breast. She wore panties under her gown, but no bra, and the sight was mesmerizing. He cupped her breast and kneaded it, surprised at the softness that evoked such a rigid response in his jeans.
“RedKnife, you need me?”
He jerked his hand free and straightened, ashamed at having fondled the woman in her unconscious state, but unable to stop himself.
“No.” His response was clipped.
Pulling the comforter from the bed, he wrapped Cindy and lifted her. Exiting the house, he found King waiting outside the door.
As RedKnife exited, King entered. Per protocol, King would clean up any mess to ensure that if anyone came looking for her they’d suspect no foul play.
Settling his burden in the backseat of the truck King had brought, RedKnife climbed into the driver’s seat and started the vehicle before backing out. King would shift and fly back to StoneCrow once he’d completed his task.
No one would suspect anything until RedKnife failed to arrive at StoneCrow with the alleged traitor.
Chapter 10
When he’d made the decision to take the woman, he wasn’t sure, but as he raced north, he knew it wouldn’t be long before King was flying back to StoneCrow. That meant that King would inquire into RedKnife’s arrival, and then all hell would break loose.
Why he’d chosen to go north when the road east was a safer bet, he wasn’t sure. Something about the North simply called to him.
His eyes darted to the feminine burden sleeping soundly in the backseat. He’d stolen an enemy right out from under Monroe, and there’d be hell to pay for deceiving the Dominant Walker.
What are you doing? He couldn’t help but ask himself, but something about the way she’d been when she was alone with him…well, him in dog form, told him she wasn’t an evil person. She was world-weary, and certainly beaten down, but not malicious in the least. In fact, she’d been willing to share what little food she had with a stray dog.
“We could run away, and all we’d have to worry about is each other and food.” Her words played back to him, and he wondered if she wasn’t some form of siren who’d bewitched him with her sultry tone and feminine wiles, because he had, in fact, taken her and run away. He’d been unable to help himself. After her breakdown, he’d felt an inexplicable tensing of his body as the overwhelming need to protect her seized him. Then she’d had her nightmare, and the urge to protect grew into possessiveness when she’d muttered that ass Cody’s name. He couldn’t explain it, but he’d learned enough over the years to understand that, if his gut was telling him something, to go with it. So he did.
Unsure where to go, he simply drove. The roads to Havre were bad as the snow continued to fall, but it didn’t prevent him from shooting through the city and continuing north. He didn’t have connections like the other Walkers, and there was no cabin, bunker, or house tucked away somewhere that belonged to him. Hell, he’d even scoffed at the credit cards Monroe had handed out to each of the Sentries. RedKnife’s probably still sat on the counter of the unused cabin assigned to him at StoneCrow. At the time, he’d prided himself on his self-sufficiency. What kind of man would he be if he needed the assistance of others? Now, he regretted not having made better choices. If he’d done as many other Sentries had and secured a private residence off-site, he’d have a place to run to
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