her one last time, shouting as he came. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, her mind now completely oblivious to everything but the fading pleasure.
“Wow,” Sam said, as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine.
“That about sums it up,” she said, as she let her lips curve into a smile. She could question what she was doing, but right now she just didn’t give a damn. For once, she was going to just enjoy the pleasure he was willing to give her and decide what to do about it tomorrow.
Sam pushed the button on the instant juvenator and waited for the pancakes to cook. The bell dinged a moment later and he pulled the food from the oven. As he walked over to the table, he worked over the problems he faced. He had been framed and he had to figure out why and how. There was a long list of bastards who would like to see him locked away…or worse. It was going to take a while to figure it out.
That didn’t worry him as much as the woman he’d left sleeping in bed. He didn’t like the feelings he was starting to have for her. It was tangling up the mission of saving his ass and getting the hell out of Dodge once he did. But he couldn’t seem to figure Lou out. She was a contradiction. On one hand, she was a hard-ass retrieval agent who wouldn’t think twice about killing him. But in the next instant, she was vulnerable. It bothered him that he wanted to know more, wanted to know how the hell someone like her ended up in the work she did.
When he had asked her about the scars on her chest, she had shied away from it. He didn’t even begin to question her about the marks on her back. They looked like raised welts from a long time ago. Whatever brought her to the place she was, there was one thing it told him. She was a survivor. And he admired her even more for that. His own background wasn’t that bad. He had entered the Space Corps at eighteen, out at thirty, and now working jobs for a security agency.
A sound outside brought him out of his thoughts, and he frowned. The alarms should have gone off. He had checked them out earlier and Flores definitely knew how to arm a place. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was former military. He grabbed his weapon just in case and aimed it at the door. It opened slowly, revealing a man just about a year or two younger than him and a familiar smile. He remembered the last time he had seen it. It had been in a hotel room they had shared.
“Jared?” he asked. Even to his own ears his voice was hoarse. He shook his head, trying to straighten out the picture before him. It was Jared, but not the one he had known about fifteen years earlier. He was heavier, filled out, his hair longer, not the military cut Sam was used to. There were even flecks of gray layered throughout. His eyes were the same though. Dark green with just a touch of blue.
Jared came to a stop in the middle of the hall. “Sam. I was afraid I would find you here.”
“Don’t tell me you’re her boss? The one who owns the cabin?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I am.” A look of regret moved over his face. “I didn’t know it was you when I sent her out. When did you start going by a different last name?”
“Probably about the same time you did. Nothing like two rich kids trying to run away from their families.”
Jared stepped into the room. His long legs carried him easily through the kitchen. Sam lowered his weapon as Jared set his on the counter. Sam felt the sharp tug of arousal. He couldn’t help it, hadn’t been able to help it since they’d met in school. “Ain’t that the truth? I wouldn’t have sent Lou after you if I had known it was you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She’s my best, and I knew if anyone could have found you it was her. She’s been doing this for years, and I don’t know a better agent.”
He didn’t like the warmth that filled his old friend’s voice when he talked about Lou. This went beyond friendly admiration and it was an odd
“Wow,” Sam said, as he trailed his fingers up and down her spine.
“That about sums it up,” she said, as she let her lips curve into a smile. She could question what she was doing, but right now she just didn’t give a damn. For once, she was going to just enjoy the pleasure he was willing to give her and decide what to do about it tomorrow.
Sam pushed the button on the instant juvenator and waited for the pancakes to cook. The bell dinged a moment later and he pulled the food from the oven. As he walked over to the table, he worked over the problems he faced. He had been framed and he had to figure out why and how. There was a long list of bastards who would like to see him locked away…or worse. It was going to take a while to figure it out.
That didn’t worry him as much as the woman he’d left sleeping in bed. He didn’t like the feelings he was starting to have for her. It was tangling up the mission of saving his ass and getting the hell out of Dodge once he did. But he couldn’t seem to figure Lou out. She was a contradiction. On one hand, she was a hard-ass retrieval agent who wouldn’t think twice about killing him. But in the next instant, she was vulnerable. It bothered him that he wanted to know more, wanted to know how the hell someone like her ended up in the work she did.
When he had asked her about the scars on her chest, she had shied away from it. He didn’t even begin to question her about the marks on her back. They looked like raised welts from a long time ago. Whatever brought her to the place she was, there was one thing it told him. She was a survivor. And he admired her even more for that. His own background wasn’t that bad. He had entered the Space Corps at eighteen, out at thirty, and now working jobs for a security agency.
A sound outside brought him out of his thoughts, and he frowned. The alarms should have gone off. He had checked them out earlier and Flores definitely knew how to arm a place. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was former military. He grabbed his weapon just in case and aimed it at the door. It opened slowly, revealing a man just about a year or two younger than him and a familiar smile. He remembered the last time he had seen it. It had been in a hotel room they had shared.
“Jared?” he asked. Even to his own ears his voice was hoarse. He shook his head, trying to straighten out the picture before him. It was Jared, but not the one he had known about fifteen years earlier. He was heavier, filled out, his hair longer, not the military cut Sam was used to. There were even flecks of gray layered throughout. His eyes were the same though. Dark green with just a touch of blue.
Jared came to a stop in the middle of the hall. “Sam. I was afraid I would find you here.”
“Don’t tell me you’re her boss? The one who owns the cabin?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I am.” A look of regret moved over his face. “I didn’t know it was you when I sent her out. When did you start going by a different last name?”
“Probably about the same time you did. Nothing like two rich kids trying to run away from their families.”
Jared stepped into the room. His long legs carried him easily through the kitchen. Sam lowered his weapon as Jared set his on the counter. Sam felt the sharp tug of arousal. He couldn’t help it, hadn’t been able to help it since they’d met in school. “Ain’t that the truth? I wouldn’t have sent Lou after you if I had known it was you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She’s my best, and I knew if anyone could have found you it was her. She’s been doing this for years, and I don’t know a better agent.”
He didn’t like the warmth that filled his old friend’s voice when he talked about Lou. This went beyond friendly admiration and it was an odd
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