Page 32 of Fourth Point Of Contact

My dick agreed. Her thighs were wrapped around my waist, and my hands were clinging to her very bare legs. “Where are your tights?”

“Tights?”

“Pantyhose things. Don’t you wear them?”

“The girl I traded outfits with didn’t exactly have time to give me hers. Not that anyone really wears pantyhose anymore.”

I hiked through the mountain of leaves, adjusting my grip on her as I tried to spot anyone else from our group. “So, are you gonna tell me why you were hiding?”

She huffed in my ear, holding tighter than she needed to. “I was running from my asshole fiancé.”

That immediately had me stiffening. “Did he attack you?”

She burst out laughing at that. “Like he could lay a finger on me.”

“Then why is he an asshole?”

“Well, after two years living together, he finally proposed and the world was wonderful.” She held out her left hand for me to see the sparkling diamond on her ring finger.

“Nice,” I grunted, not really caring about the size or shape of her ring.

“That’s what I thought, too. We spent the whole night talking about the wedding and where we wanted it. Everything was perfect.”

“I hate to tell you this, but if a guy stays up all night talking about wedding details, there’s definitely something wrong.”

My thighs burned as I carted her up the mountain toward the only clearing I had spotted when we were soaring over the trees. I was used to hauling around extra weight, but I hadn’t done it on a mountain in a long time. Not since the last time I jumpedout of a plane, which just so happened to be with Asher, the first time we met Scottie.

“What’s wrong with discussing wedding details?”

That had me chuckling. “What guy actually sits around talking about wedding venues and flowers?”

“Maybe not a lot, but some like to.”

“Yeah? What did you say happened with this asshole ex?”

She huffed irritatedly in my ear. “I walked into work the next day and found him screwing some London bitch on a table.”

I was not one to judge, but I could already see the way this was headed. “Let me guess, corporate asshole?”

“Maybe,” she hedged.

“And I’m guessing that wasn’t her first visit.”

“She hadn’t been back to the States in years. Not since they broke up, but he’s been taking trips to the London office.”

“And you never suspected?”

“Call me crazy, but I don’t typically assume the worst of my boyfriends.”

“I’m guessing that will change now that you found him cheating on you.”

She squeezed her arms tighter around my neck, nearly choking me.

“You wanna ease up on your grip,” I said, my voice turning scratchy. “You’re choking the hell out of me.”

“Oops.” She loosened her grip, holding onto my shoulders instead of wrapping her arms around me. “So, now that we’ve crashed, where are we going? You can’t carry me all over creation.”

“Sweetheart, I think you strongly underestimate my strength.”

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