Page 38 of Delta: Retribution

“Same thing.”

“Bullshit, Cinderella.”

“I know. Just teasing you.”

He nudged her with his shoulder again. “Glad to know you’ve adjusted well to being held captive.”

“Enough!” The man walked toward them. “One more time—”

She put her hands up. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Leave the girl alone.” That time there was a definite growl in his voice.

The man stood above them, and when her hand dropped, Trace’s grazed hers, sending reassuring shivers up her arm.

“She is the one we need. You, we don’t. Let’s talk, boyfriend.”

“See? Meathead boyfriend.” Trace leaned over to her and let his lips dangle against her earlobe. “No matter what you hear, I’m alright.”

The man above them clapped. “None of that. Up, let’s go.”

“Let’s go with boyfriend. Works for me.” Trace gave her a wink. “Adios for now.”

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