Page 149 of Adored
When he was covered, he moved toward the opening to see where the other guy was.
And that’s when he saw the tall grasses waving around.
Oh, shit.
He was moving toward Poe.
Who he’d left helpless.
That wasn’t good.
Gamble had to haul ass to save his man because losing him on day one of their new lives wasNOTan option.
Not to him.
Meanwhile…
When Poe heard the rustling, he grabbed the first thing near him that might act as a weapon of sorts.
The champagne bottle.
Taking a swig from the bottle to steady his nerves, he dumped the rest out, and held it by the neck like he was going to swing a baseball bat.
He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it would buy him enough time to knock the asshole out and run for his freaking life.
Where was his ax now?
Damn, but that would come in handy.
Slipping backward into the weeds, he tucked himself away, hoping that they hid him enough to be able to surprise the person heading his way.
If they didn’t…
He.
Was.
Screwed.
When the man cleared the weeds, he stopped to take in the picnic spot.
“Mother fucker! They were right here,” he muttered angrily. “They must have heard us coming!”
Uh-oh.
Poe knew they had a problem.
Why?
The man pulled out his phone, and that meant he was calling for reinforcements. Then, Gamble would be outnumbered.
So, something had to be done.
Before the call could be made, Poe popped up and clocked him with the bottle in the back of the head.
HARD.
Caught completely off guard, the man went down. When he did, Poe didn’t stick around to see what would happen.
