dignify his comment with a response.
Together, they climbed in the truck. Maverick started the engine and pulled out onto the road.
“Where exactly are we going?” Rebecca said as she looked out the back window and watched the last bit of her town fall out of view.
“To the new safe house.”
“What exactly is a safe house ?” Rebecca turned back around and pulled on her seat belt.
“My crew and I locate isolated houses that meet our requirements, and kind of set up shop there for a while, until we feel the location is no longer secure. Then we move on to a new spot.”
“Like abandoned houses? Are we talking about shacks in the woods?” Rebecca’s nose curled up at the thought.
Maverick laughed at her disgusted reaction, “No, of course not. Let’s just say we have ways of getting some rather nice pads for a while. You’ll understand more when we get there.”
Rebecca yawned wide as she fought against her drooping eyes. It was getting rather late and it had been a few nights since she’d slept properly.
“Why don’t you rest. I promise I’ll answer all your questions when we get there.” Maverick threw his hand behind the seats, pulled out a pillow, and handed it to her.
In all truth, Rebecca had been so physically and emotionally drained from everything that had happened that day that the thought of a good night’s rest was all too tempting. Setting the pillow against the window, she rested her head on it, and was fast asleep within minutes.
* * *
The sound of gravel underneath the tires woke Rebecca. Rubbing her eyes, she looked out her window to find that they were slowly making their way up a long driveway that cut through a thick pine forest. The sun had nearly fully risen, the last few pink and orange rays lighting up the thin wispy clouds above.
“I slept the whole ride?” Rebecca asked, amazed.
“Yep, and you didn’t even try to get in my head once,” Maverick joked.
“Very funny.” Rebecca put the pillow back behind the seat and ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame the bed head. “Where are we?”
“Just outside Ashland, Oregon, about to pull up to the safe house.” Just as he finished talking, the truck pulled into a wide opening in the trees, revealing a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a grand fountain. Behind it stood a house larger than any Rebecca had ever seen.
Her jaw dropped and she stared in awe at the giant home that must have been at least four times the size of any house she’d ever lived in. It was a two-story, Victorian style house with a third-story, rounded room tower on top. Though its historic character still remained, the entire house looked as if it had been recently renovated. A new, large, wrap-around deck, complete with thin white columns and fencing, opened at the center to reveal a grand, ornate, double door entryway.
“Not such a bad shack in the woods, wouldn’t you say?” Maverick pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house and the two climbed out.
“Holy crap! How in the world did you get ahold of a house like this?” Rebecca stood awe-struck, staring up at the immense building.
All of a sudden, the front doors opened. A woman, who looked to be in her early twenties walked out and placed her hands on her hips, “You couldn’t have called to let me know you were coming? It’s been two days since I’ve heard a single word from you!”
Even Rebecca couldn’t miss how stunningly gorgeous the woman was. She looked Hispanic, with lush, dark, curly hair and green-brown eyes. Her skin was a natural tan that seemed to glow, and her body, while thin, had all the curves a woman should have and then some.
In a flash, Maverick ran up the front steps, onto the porch, and grabbed onto her, spinning her around in a tight hug until she started to giggle. After a fair few spins, he set her down and she slapped him playfully on the arm. “I swear Ricky, you’re the hardest person to stay mad
Together, they climbed in the truck. Maverick started the engine and pulled out onto the road.
“Where exactly are we going?” Rebecca said as she looked out the back window and watched the last bit of her town fall out of view.
“To the new safe house.”
“What exactly is a safe house ?” Rebecca turned back around and pulled on her seat belt.
“My crew and I locate isolated houses that meet our requirements, and kind of set up shop there for a while, until we feel the location is no longer secure. Then we move on to a new spot.”
“Like abandoned houses? Are we talking about shacks in the woods?” Rebecca’s nose curled up at the thought.
Maverick laughed at her disgusted reaction, “No, of course not. Let’s just say we have ways of getting some rather nice pads for a while. You’ll understand more when we get there.”
Rebecca yawned wide as she fought against her drooping eyes. It was getting rather late and it had been a few nights since she’d slept properly.
“Why don’t you rest. I promise I’ll answer all your questions when we get there.” Maverick threw his hand behind the seats, pulled out a pillow, and handed it to her.
In all truth, Rebecca had been so physically and emotionally drained from everything that had happened that day that the thought of a good night’s rest was all too tempting. Setting the pillow against the window, she rested her head on it, and was fast asleep within minutes.
* * *
The sound of gravel underneath the tires woke Rebecca. Rubbing her eyes, she looked out her window to find that they were slowly making their way up a long driveway that cut through a thick pine forest. The sun had nearly fully risen, the last few pink and orange rays lighting up the thin wispy clouds above.
“I slept the whole ride?” Rebecca asked, amazed.
“Yep, and you didn’t even try to get in my head once,” Maverick joked.
“Very funny.” Rebecca put the pillow back behind the seat and ran her hands through her hair, trying to tame the bed head. “Where are we?”
“Just outside Ashland, Oregon, about to pull up to the safe house.” Just as he finished talking, the truck pulled into a wide opening in the trees, revealing a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a grand fountain. Behind it stood a house larger than any Rebecca had ever seen.
Her jaw dropped and she stared in awe at the giant home that must have been at least four times the size of any house she’d ever lived in. It was a two-story, Victorian style house with a third-story, rounded room tower on top. Though its historic character still remained, the entire house looked as if it had been recently renovated. A new, large, wrap-around deck, complete with thin white columns and fencing, opened at the center to reveal a grand, ornate, double door entryway.
“Not such a bad shack in the woods, wouldn’t you say?” Maverick pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house and the two climbed out.
“Holy crap! How in the world did you get ahold of a house like this?” Rebecca stood awe-struck, staring up at the immense building.
All of a sudden, the front doors opened. A woman, who looked to be in her early twenties walked out and placed her hands on her hips, “You couldn’t have called to let me know you were coming? It’s been two days since I’ve heard a single word from you!”
Even Rebecca couldn’t miss how stunningly gorgeous the woman was. She looked Hispanic, with lush, dark, curly hair and green-brown eyes. Her skin was a natural tan that seemed to glow, and her body, while thin, had all the curves a woman should have and then some.
In a flash, Maverick ran up the front steps, onto the porch, and grabbed onto her, spinning her around in a tight hug until she started to giggle. After a fair few spins, he set her down and she slapped him playfully on the arm. “I swear Ricky, you’re the hardest person to stay mad
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