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“Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling the red burn up her cheeks.
Returning to the bed in a clean pair of shorts, Memphis slid into bed next to her.
“Why are you sorry? I don’t think any man in his right mind could keep from blowing, feeling you clamp around his fingers. I suspect I should keep a towel handy when I eat your pussy. I’ll destroy the sheets for sure.”
Burning with embarrassment at the thought of having Memphis’ face between her thighs, she buried her head in his chest.
“What?” he said, laughing as he pulled her close. “Does the fact I can’t stop from dry humping your ass or that I’m planning to eat you out like a piece of watermelon embarrass you?”
“Oh my God!” Thayer snorted in laughter. She quickly fell asleep, still in Memphis’ arms, while he lazily rubbed his hand on her bare back. For the first night since being carried off to that dungeon, she didn’t have a single nightmare.
* * *
Curtis Floyd disconnected the call in a much calmer frame of mind this time. His man had informed him that the senator’s daughter had left the safety of her bodyguard to join Memphis Prescott at his cabin.
He had been furious when he was informed that she had managed to slip past his man unnoticed. Obviously, Knox Monroe had taught her more than even he had realized. The only reason his man was still breathing was his skill at picking up her trail again.
He had wondered why she didn’t just hop on a plane, but he quickly realized she was making sure no one, including her father’s office, could easily trace her movements. Yes, she was quite a clever mark.
Now she was happily ensconced in a false sense of security at the veterinarian’s house. It was the opportunity he had been looking for. He could now move his new plan forward. No one could ever say he wasn’t a man of his convictions. Right now, his only conviction was getting his hands on Thayer Kent.
His men would be in the air within the hour, heading toward the unsecured cabin among the Minnesota trees. Their only objective was to bring her back, what they did with Dr. Prescott was of no concern to him. Curtis had suggested to his second-in-command that one less man trying to protect her could only be advantageous to them. There was no reason to spell it out, his man knew exactly what he needed to do.
Curtis pressed the number two on his speed dial. “Is everything ready?” he asked when a man on the other end answered.
“Yes, sir. Everything has been arranged.” Curtis pressed end to sever the call. He had sent one of his men to a company safe house in Minneapolis to prepare everything for Thayer’s arrival. He knew the house would never be traced back to his employer based on the number of shell corporations its deed traced back through.
He already had one of the smaller company jets fueled and waiting for him. It would be in and back out of one of the small airports in Minnesota before anyone noticed it was missing.
He checked his watch again, trying not to grow impatient. Pushing this contract through the committee now rested squarely on his shoulders.
Mr. Roberts had already made it clear that the senator could not be touched, but Curtis thought the sudden discovery of the death of his daughter in Minneapolis from an overdose might be enough. If her death didn’t keep him away from the committee vote, Curtis was positive the ensuing scandal would.
Sun Tzu wrote inThe Art of Warthat quickness is the essence of the war. There was no reason why his men shouldn’t have the cabin secured within the first few moments, making her extraction as unnoticeable as possible. No reason to call out the locals to a gunfight. His men would be far away by the time anyone noticed.
Curtis smiled again. All he had to do now was wait for the phone call.
Chapter 11
Thayer woketo the amazing smell of bacon frying the next morning. Stretching with a moan, she rolled out of bed, pulling on another one of Memphis’ flannel shirts he had left next to the bed for her.
Wandering into the kitchen, she stopped to give Murphy a quick pat on the head before hopping onto a barstool. Turning, Memphis sat a plate heaping with eggs, bacon, potatoes, and a buttered English muffin in front of her.
“Holy cow, is this the last meal for today?” Thayer asked, smirking at him.
“I never know with farm calls. Sometimes I get lunch, sometimes not. I don’t want you going hungry.”
“You’re saying I’m still too scrawny.”
“I’m saying you’re perfect however you look, but I worry about you.” Memphis plopped down on the stool next to her, digging into his breakfast. After a moment, he set down his fork, looking over at her. “How could you think I see you as anything but beautiful and always will whatever size you are?”
Thayer laughed. “You won’t think that when I reach my original weight again. My thighs are too thick and I always seem to have this slight tummy roll that no amount of sit-ups can get rid of.”
“So what I’m hearing is that you’ll still be just as stunning. Now,” he said, carrying their empty plates to the sink. “If we’re done with this insane conversation, we need to stop by the office on the way out.”
Hopping up, Thayer quickly headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she returned to the living room, Memphis had packed up his truck with a thermos, food cooler, and extra coveralls for her.
“I thought you said we won’t get lunch,” she said, eyeing the cooler when they reached the truck.
