Go Fetch!
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The Mafia? Was that the best you could do? Theyd started laughing as soon as Amy and the rest of them left. Ten minutes later and they were still laughing.
Dude, I was desperate. I needed something and Amy wasnt backing off. I know her.
Fine. Whatever. Conall grabbed her hand. Lets go back to the hotel and fuck some more.
Actually, I have another idea.
Why didnt he like the sound of that? A better idea?
Probably not. She held up a small slip of paper. But an idea just the same.
Whats that?
Leucrottas address. Lets do a drive-by.
Shooting? He wouldnt put it past her.
No, you nut case. Lets go check him out.
No way, baby. Something happens to you, Zach will have my ass because Sara will have his. He looked down into that adorable face of hers. And I might miss you a little myself.
Gee. Thanks. Miki smirked at him. Look. We can do this one of two ways. We can go there now. Together. Check it out for our amusement. Or you can find yourself passed out in a pool of your own vomit in the bathroom while I risk life and limb going there by myself.
Conall stared down at her. Youd drug me again?
Sure. Id only have to wrap it in bacon.
Conall wanted to be insulted, but she was just so damn cute. I cant afford to have you traipsing that tight ass of yours around a Clan den.
And I have no desire to get too close. I have no guns. No knives. No hand grenades. Im defenseless. But we need to check out the enemy. We need to find out who these people are. I dont believe in spending my life hiding or running.
He believed that. He saw why Sara and Miki were friends. Miki was as tough as any wolf he knew, she simply found a different way to survive. But still, he didnt want her to get hurt. I dont know, Mik.
She smiled at him and he felt his cock rear its ugly head. Please, Conallbaby. For me.
He laughed again. Youre fuckin shameless.
She took the car keys out of his jean pocket. Come on, baby. She jangled the keys at him. Come on. Lets go for a ride!
I swear to God, woman. You make one crack about hanging my head out the window
She frowned and he could tell shed been all set to do just that. Damn.
She wondered how long they would play twenty questions as she led him to Leucrottas house. Shed memorized every street map of Seattle and the surrounding areas. Didnt take much. She only had to examine a map once to know every detail.
Where did you learn to shoot? Again with more questions. Why was he so interested? Theyd already gone through these types of questions just the other night, but then he was still trying to get into her pants. Now that he was in, she wasnt quite sure why he was still so curious.
Are booty calls supposed to be this chatty?
The Marines.
You were in the Marines? He didnt have to sound so shocked.
No.
Did you date a Marine?
No.
He seemed relieved by that answer, which confused her even more.
Was your father a Marine?
I dont know. I didnt know the man.
Really?
He tried to contact me once after high school. But I told him to go to hell. I had no desire to meet a man who at twenty-six dated a sixteen-year-old girl, got her pregnant and then dumped her.
It had been a good thing she didnt meet her father then. Nineteen years old, in college, with full access to the biotech labs. Between that and her association with Craig and the guys, she would have hurt the man. As it was she remembered a late night of hiding one of her creations in what was now Craigs personal lab. Had to. The military wanted to get their hands on it. Of course, Sara and Angelina still thought she was delusional when she said Black Ops would be coming for her one day. Little did they know.
I can understand that. Did your mother love him?
Tragically, yes.
He fell silent on that point and apparently decided to let it go. Angelina dated a Marine?
Miki rolled her eyes. Nope. Theyre on the List.
What List?
You know, its right in your face. You just refuse to see.
Conall stopped at a red light and looked at her. Then he grinned. A big, beautiful grin. Your mother was a Marine.
And finally my Cro-Magnon man enters the twenty-first century where women are in the military.
Your Cro-Magnon man?
She stared out the window so she didnt have to see his Viking grin. She wasnt going to start liking him. Not really liking him. A passing I dont hate you enough to kill you association was fine and dandy. But liking him like she liked Sara or Amy or Angelina or even Craig was out of the question.
The light changed and he moved forward. Okay. So I missed it. The obvious. So she taught you to hunt?
No. I learned to hunt from my grandmother. Her father was a tracker and moonshiner. My mother taught me how to shoot. Every Marines a rifleman, ya know. She shrugged. By the time I was twelve, Id skin my own kills.