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It’s…
“Quinn!” I scream his name in the night.
“Yes, Luna,” he whispers, his voice cracking.
I go tense then limp. I’m unable to think or speak. He rises, cradling me in his arms, and walks me inside. He lays me on his bed gently.
“Up,” he says, and I realize he’s waiting for me to lift my ass so he can pull my dress off. I listen and then my mouth falls open yet again as he unzips my boots for me. He places each one by the bed and pulls off my socks. He grabs Marlon from his perch on my couch and sets him next to me, like he likes.
What even is happening right now?
“Sleep,” he says as he pulls the covers over me.
I look at his crotch where he is obviously just as turned on as I was “But you’re…” I start.
“Hard as a rock and fucking dying here? Aye, I am. But the dogs are upset. Something’s off.” I listen, fighting a smirk at how his accent comes out when he’s more relaxed, or maybe, less relaxed. I do hear the dogs.
And they’re losing their minds out there.
“It’s probably a raccoon. Stay here and sleep,” he says, sensing my concern. “Luna,” I look from the window to him. “Do not gofucking around by yourself, in the dark, this late, and with half the men high out of their minds, okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
“Hm,” he grunts before stepping back to me in one long stride. I frown and brace myself, confused, and then…
He…
He just kissed me on the forehead.
And left.
I put my head in my hands, kick my feet and fight a squeal. I look at Marlon who is looking at me, annoyed I’m keeping him awake. “I mean, did you see that? Unzipping my boots for me? Kissing me on the forehead? What!”
I lay back and then realize I’m naked except for my panties which is just a little too naked. I get up to grab one of Quinn’s shirt from his pile near his closet door. As I go, I hear the dogs again. Still losing it.
I pause, then head toward my clothes instead.
Sleep, my ass.
Raccoon! My! Ass!
Something is going down outside, right here, right now, and no way in hell am I going to miss it.
CHAPTER 36
Luna
It pays to be a sneaky little bitch. I’ve carved this property up with my own secret pathways, back halls, tall hedges and long shadows. Since there are no cameras anywhere, I have to believe no one knows where I am most of the time.
Except now my garage spot is blown because I had started to wonder if maybe Quinn really wasn’t listening into my phone calls after all. Blew my own cover.
Moron!
Oh well. I can’t think about that now as I cross the property using my favorite outdoor paths. I’m not sure I even need to sneak at this point. Everyone is either wasted or trying to figure out why a few dogs, the ones not making the racket, have gone AWOL.
I get close to the ground and stay crouched low in a group of thick bushes. In the dim light from the mounted flood lights on the back of the house, I can make out Quinn and Mac, Collin, a few other high ranking soldiers. I’ve memorized their faces, names, and usual duties. Quinn keeps them close to him most of the time. He should rotate through his closest guard detail to protect that valuable information, but he doesn’t.
No sign of Z or my people from home. I guess Quinn’s best men don’t get to partake in the…festivities.
