“Ah. I didn’t know such things existed.” He nudged at her breast with his nose. “Less for me to get you out of.” He took a nipple in his mouth.
Her eyes closed. “Ah, that feels so good.”
He pushed down the rest of her dress, along with her lacy red panties and sandals. Then he stood.
She fumbled at his buttons. Kissed the skin she bared. Dropped to her knees and nuzzled his abdomen.
“Holy hell.”
Releasing his belt and tugging down his zipper, she found he wore no underwear. “You went commando.”
“Like I said, less to remove.”
She giggled and kissed his groin. Then he shed the rest of his clothes and sandals, too.
He drew her up. Ran a finger from one side of her shoulder to the other. “I’m going to love you well, and slowly.”
She threw her head back. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
By the time they got to the charcuterie board, the wine was lukewarm.
* * *
Another bomb? Another beating? How about a second murder? He hadn’t killed the freaking guard at the collective but hehadkilled before. More than once. Who would he hurt next? He’d gotten to McKenna. And Ricardi. He teased Sullivan with the snake, but that wasn’t enough for her. He’d framed the guy who was arrested for the Elsworth Medicine bombing when he himself had done it. And Smith’s horse had been easy to tranq.
Ah, he’d done nothing to Taylor. She was kind of pathetic after her divorce and the sassy teenager who gave her all kinds of trouble, so maybe he’d wait on her. And maybe not. No one at Harmony Healing Collective would escape his wrath. Not after what they did to him.
He decided to target Sullivan again then leave this alone for a while. Unsuspecting victims were the best kind. He’d go on the Dark Web and see who was available and maybe get some ideas for his future plans for them. This was too much fun to quit now.
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Chapter 3
“Daddy!” Seth climbed out of his grandfather’s truck and raced toward Joe where he waited on the porch.
He scooped his son up and hugged him tightly. He smelled like the outdoors. Joe looked over his head at his own father. “Hi, Dad.” He set Seth down, but the boy held onto his legs.
“Joseph!” He and his father shook hands. Joe would rather have a hug from him, too, but that wasn’t part of the man’s nature. They resembled each other, though, only Jacob Larson’s hair was graying and his six-foot stance was hunched a bit. “Things goin’ okay here?”
He hoped he didn’t blush. “Yeah. The usual. Planters are coming in a few days. I should have a crop in 4-5 weeks.”
“Ah. Small operation, though. You gonna be able to make a living on this place?”
“Well, we replant lettuce a few times so there’s greens growing continuously. But no, not a lot of profit this year. I have savings. Definitely next year when I’ll get in more crops.”
Seth finally let go of him. “Have you seen Stanley?”
“I have, yes. He’s great.”
“Can I go see him?”
“Not yet, honey.” He glanced back to his father. “You want to come in for coffee?”
“No, I promised your mother I’d get back by dark.” His parents lived an hour away.
“Thanks for bringing Seth home. Let’s get together soon.”
He tipped his hat. “Goodbye, son. Grandson.”
