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She opened her bag, hearing nothing but the insects as she dug around inside. He sighed heavily once more next to her.
"What time is it coming?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.
Her fingers slid over the spray can of fluorescent paint, and she smiled. "Any minute now, so quit your bitching and shift."
He glared at her, and his eyes widened when she pulled the can out.
"What is that for?"
"Don't be a child," she grumbled. "Would you shift, please?"
He took a step back from her. "Not until you tell me what that's for."
She took a step toward him, and he took a step back. She rolled her eyes. "For God’s sake, Strap, I've seen your bare ass. A spray can shouldn't bother you."
He waved a hand at the canister. "Are you planning on putting that on my fur? Do you have any idea how hard that’ll be to get out?"
She clicked her tongue. "And do you realize that every second you complain is a second wasted, and if you make me miss my chance, I'll cover your entire body in it. So, choose wisely."
He sighed heavily once more, crossing his arms. He wasn't budging on the idea.
"You owe me this," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "You dropped your bare ass into my apartment. I'm going to need therapy after that."
He grunted. "Right. My cock is the reason you need therapy."
She raised an eyebrow. "You stood in my apartment naked. Naked, Strap."
He sighed. "Are you going to keep bringing that up?"
She smirked, waving the can. He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. But he shifted. And it took her breath away.
He stood in front of her in panther form, and she could hardly process it. She couldn't do anything but stand there staring at him, though they didn't have long before the convoy would be there.
She shook the can, smirking that she had bought a fluorescent hot pink. She wanted a color that was bright, but she also just wanted to tick him off in the process. Maybe she was a little sadistic.
She sprayed him, drawing a circle and then adding eyes. She snickered to herself as she finished the smile. Strap sneezed, almost ruining it. His eyes were hot on her; he wasn't impressed. She finished drawing a big star next to the smiley face and took a step back. He tried to look over, but he was unable to see anything.
"All right, now go play dead," she whispered, stuffing the paint into her bag. He rolled his eyes, starting for the road.
She glanced at her phone, making sure she had everything done correctly. She checked the number on the license and the time stamp for everything. They were right on time.
When she heard the truck coming and glanced at Strap, he dragged his ass to the middle of the road, and she watched the smiley face sway. She snorted as he glared at her. He stood crossway on the center line, and she hoped the escort would see him.
The last thing she needed was for him to be run over.
The sudden thought made her stomach tense.
Headlights hit him, and he acted surprised and plopped over sideways, feet sticking up in the air. He really needed to work on his acting skills.
The truck brakes squealed, and every muscle in her body froze.
Please, don't hit him. While I hardly know the man, I wouldn't like the idea of him being killed.
The convoy stopped just a few feet from Strap, and she let out a deep breath. She watched the men get out. "What the fuck?"
She moved quickly toward the semi-truck, jumping onto the section between the back of the cab and the head of the trailer. She wedged her body in and locked her feet under cable coils attaching the trailer to the hitch.
She glanced over, seeing Strap was no longer lying in the middle of the road.
