Page 71 of Double Shot
“Didn’t want to miss your kiss goodbye?” I asked.
He chuckled and held out a hand to me, I got up and went to him and took it. He hauled me in close and captured me with an arm around my waist, kissing me soundly.
“Mmm,” I hummed out in pleasure and absolutely indulged in that kiss for as long as possible.
“Kyle already gone?” I asked.
“Hardly, just waiting for him to get his big ginger ass out of my way so I can have my turn.” He slapped Conan on the shoulder of his overcoat from behind.
I laughed and Conan stepped aside.
“Be careful,” I called to him as he retreated up the hall, he waved a hand over his shoulder without looking back.
“And where areyougoing?” Kyle asked me, helping himself to a globe of my ass in each of his capable hands and hauling me up against his hard body.
I put my arms around his neck and sighed asking, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Looks like you’re headed to the gym.”
“Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’ and smiling at him. “Thought I would go for a run to the bookstore.”
“Ah.” he pecked my nose and looked down at me.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Just going for a drive.”
“Something fast, loud, or both?” I asked.
“Pfft! Both,” he said, making it sound like I was crazy for even suggesting that you could have one without the other. I grinned and tipped my head back and with a mightily contented smile my cold-blooded killer dipped his head and heated my blood with one very fiery kiss.
I hummed in pleasure against his mouth and he jerked his head back as though he’d been burned.
“Don’t do that,” he said, voice low and intense.
“Why?” I asked with a little smile, loving the effect I had on him. The only thing I loved more was hearing it.
He squeezed my ass and let me go and said, “Because you don’t want Roan to get too much of a lead on you, too much and it makes it harder to track him. You make mistakes if you put yourself into a situation that requires more than the usual amount of haste. You can’t afford to make mistakes if you’re trying to get one up on Roan. There is no margin for error.”
“Fuck!” I complained. “How did you know?”
“Cardio?” he asked. “Baby, you’ve never run from anything in your life, it’s more like cardi-no.”
“I haven’t complained about doing it since the bunker,” I said, rolling my eyes. Kyle turned sideways in the doorway to my room so I could get by and gave me a sharp smack on the ass on my way through.
“Which is why he hasn’t caught onto you, yet” he called and I rolled my eyes without looking back over my shoulder at him. I heard him chuckle. “I love you,” he called.
“I love you, too, babe!” I called back, but still gave him the finger over my shoulder. He laughed outright, and I turned the corner, out of sight.
I set my watch out front, and the timer on it, just as I had been taught. Following that, I did the calculations in my head on Roan’s walking speed, the route he would take to The Black Watch, I had never been there, but I knew where it was. I pulled up my hood I set off at a fast walk. I stepped it up into a half-paced and measured jog a short time later after checking my time, rounding corners, waiting at crosswalks, and before long, I caught sight of him – his broad back and fiery ginger hair as he strode with another smart walking cane up the sidewalk.
My chest squeezed tight at the sight of him like it almost always did. I was so grateful to have him back there weren’t even words.
I hung back, waited and took the corner in a natural stride. He still moved up the street none-the wiser, or at least pretending to be, and I diverted at the next corner, passing just by him as he waited for the crosswalk signal, looping around the block. The Black Watch was in sight, and all Conan had to do was cross the street, take a few paces up the sidewalk and head through the front door.
I picked up the pace once I rounded the back side of the building and I was obscured from view. I paused and stretched at the next corner up and watched the door of the pub swing shut behind my lover. I caught my breath, waited for the light to change and took my time crossing the street and walking down the length of sidewalk to the banded oak front door. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping he wouldn’t be angry with me for intruding before I dragged on the iron handle set in the weathered wood.
The door dragged open smoothly on well-oiled hinges and I stepped into a world of warm glowing wood and a black-and-white checkered floor. I stared at the floor for a moment as I took down my hood and a man behind the bar called out, “Oi, luv. Bar’s closed, private function.”
