Page 3 of The Soldier

Then the fucking idiot took him home.

What was she thinking? He could’ve been a serial killer or rapist.

For the next hour I’d paced outside her house, wondering if I should barge in. He suddenly left when the fire alarm went off.

Oops.

My bad.

An hour was long enough and I needed to know she was alive. The light that went on in her bedroom soon after, and my M22 night vision binoculars, told me she was just fine.

Very fine.

God, I want her mouth around my cock. What better way to silence her naughty smart mouth?

“You two are always a source of entertainment.” Briar leans against Aidan as his arm circles around her back protectively.

He’s been even worse since learning she’s pregnant with twins.

“Yes. Hilarious.” Trina rolls her gorgeous blue eyes. “Anyway, shouldn’t you be working, toy soldier?”

My heckles rise.

Goddamn her.

I fucking hate it when she calls me that. Which is why she does it every single time we see one another. Or at least when she can see me.

Trina’s lip twitches when she notices the slight crease between my brows. I can’t recall the precise moment she figured out my tell, but I was impressed that she had.

Perhaps it’s a survival instinct.

But what it told me was that she’s paying closer attention to me than she makes out.

And that I affect her.

More than she wants anyone to know. Especially me. Making the game even more fun.

I swear if she up and ran, I’d probably chase her like a fucking mountain lion.

Thing is, though, Trina is hard to read. Even for me. I know every unique quirk she has; the way she runs her fingers over her ear, tucking her long dark hair away, and shoots me quick glances hoping I don’t notice.

The scowl only appears if I’m looking.

I’m always fucking looking.

The way she slides on lip balm every forty-five minutes. Almost to the second.

Raspberry.

I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

One night, at the BHS offices, I was leaning against the bench sipping a beer when she pulled it out and began sliding it over those plump lips.

It would have taken a nuclear missile to drag my eyes away. I watched her do one, two, and then three coats before her eyes connected with mine.

Then they narrowed.

And I winked at her.

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