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Mickey took out her binoculars. “I can’t see anything from here, Strap. Can’t we get closer?”
“Careful.” Strap smiled at her. “Your inexperience is showing.”
Mickey scowled at him. “Just because I haven’t had as much experience in your work doesn’t mean I’m a complete noob.”
Strap leaned over Mickey. They locked eyes. Strap heard her heart rate pick up, and the tension in his pants throbbed from being so close to her but not touching.
Mickey inhaled. It took everything in his power not to jump her. But the reward was getting her hot and bothered. Strap whispered and let his breath roll over her cheek and ear. “If we get closer, their security will see us. Then we die.”
A jolt of enjoyment shot through his body when he saw, felt, smelled, and heard her reaction to him. His fingers found the door lock, and he pried it up. He pulled on the handle, then opened the door for her. When she realized he wasn’t going to kiss her. Her lips broke into a pout.
Their teasing relationship aside, he wanted to kiss her lower lip. But chose not to. He needed to focus. “I’m going to shift and do surveillance from the sky.”
Mickey raised her brow at Strap. “I thought you would say that. I’m going with you.”
“I can’t carry you.”
“No, but I brought a drone.” Mickey gave Strap a suggestive smile. Surprise overtook his desire. The pull of her intelligence, desire, and magnetism made him unable to do anything but hook his arm around her and draw her to him. His lips met hers for a brief moment.
The kiss deepened, and soon they clawed at one another as heat blazed through them.
A thud from the roof caused Strap to jump. He forced himself away from Mickey and looked out the window. Strap got out of the car to survey the damage or see if anyone was around.
When he looked, he saw a small dent in the roof. It looked to be the size of a walnut. Strap ran his hand through his hair and chuckled at himself. He leaned over and saw Mickey in the backseat digging through her things. She pulled out a drone a little larger than her hand and waggled it at him.
“You really are something,” He shook his head, and they prepared for takeoff.
His long wings were slick over the air. They cut through the wind like a diamond skating over glass. There was no better feeling in the world, besides being with Mickey, than flying.
A childhood giddiness shot down to his tail as he flapped a few times and slowly descended.
“Move a little to the left.” Mickey’s voice somehow managed to heighten the blustering. Strap rolled his eyes at the drone but was sure Mickey couldn’t see it. Or wouldn’t care if she did.
They circled the grounds. Strap could only see the people who were walking openly. His bird senses were amazing, but they wouldn’t get the images inside the house and possible hiding places that Mickey’s drone would.
He wondered how and if their combined skills would work together. But, not for the first time, Strap wanted to combine their skills differently. Legally.
As he took in the number of guards, his mind drifted to Mickey.
There was no way he was going to let her step foot on this property.
He wouldn’t be able to talk her out of it and would probably need to resort to some kind of force. The best bet would be cementing her into the ground somehow, however impractical that was … and it was. Strap would have to devise a plan soon. There was no way she was ready for it.
There was also no way he would ever choose his life over hers.
If it came down to it, he might have to find out where to buy some cement.
SEVENTEEN
MICKEY
Mickey watched Strap with a greedy obsession. She wished she could soar through the sky as he did. It seemed like the most marvelous thing imaginable.
The camera lost Strap for a minute. Mickey maneuvered it around to find that he was flying closer to the ground. She snapped one last picture of his condor shape before flying the drone back to the car. Strap must have taken the scenic route because the drone made it to Mickey before he did. Mickey didn’t care, though. Instead, she snatched the drone from the ground, leaned against the car, and reviewed the pictures.
Her mind began working as she saw how many guards were standing on the veranda and how many were under the trees on the grounds. How many more were in the house? Mickey wondered if there were more guards at night or fewer. Was there the same number? Did they have a specific routine, or should they count on the randomization of human error and laziness?
Mickey was so entrenched in the photos and her own thoughts that she only realized Strap was approaching her when she felt him breathing down her neck. Mickey didn’t jump back. Instead, she gazed up at him and grinned. “You’re naked again, perv.”
