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ChapterFive
Clay pulled off a layer of foam insulation on the side of the bomb and spotted the phone attached to the side.
“Oh fuck.”
“Fuck indeed,” Lark echoed.
Hearing that dirty word coming off her sweet lips brought his mind grinding to a halt and shifting to all the other dirty words he could make her say if he got between her thighs.
Dragging his focus back to the task at hand, he inspected the device. It was definitely hardwired into the unit. The screen showcased a map with their GPS location, and a tiny microphone icon sat in the bottom corner, indicating it was recording.
He wasn’t sure why either were necessary, but that was beside the point. He needed to separate the phone from the unit. Immediately.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a finger to his lips to silence her.
Then he was stunned when she fell quiet.
Hell, he wanted to ask why she would listen to that command from him and not the one about waiting in a safe place in case this thing blew.
The wires were only twisted around one other wire that connected to the phone’s charging port. Without another moment of hesitation, he reached for the wires, quickly untwisted them and let the phone drop into his hand.
He shifted to his feet, phone upraised, ready to hurl it to the ground and stomp it to pieces.
“Wait!” Lark stopped him with a hand on his arm. “It’s evidence.”
He stared at her. God, he knew better, being an ex-cop and all.
“Remove the SIM card and turn it off,” she rattled on. “It’s a brick once there’s no SIM and it’s off.”
He continued to stare at her.
“Honestly, Clay. Were you actually good at your job? Because I feel like you should know this.”
“I do know this,” he bit between clenched molars. And he did. He was just off his game, and he couldn’t even blame it on lack of sleep or a stimulant hangover.
It was Lark.
She was throwing him off.
He examined the side of the phone. “I don’t suppose in your Bug-Out-Purse you have something to pop out this SIM card.”
Her smile was so damn sweet, with a sexy twist of her lips, that he wished he’d made her feel more useful before this.
“Sure do. Hang on.” She took off at a jog toward the truck, hips swaying with each step. He imagined seeing her from the front and how her breasts must be bouncing…
Fuck. He had to stop thinking about her this way. She was far too young for him. She deserved someone from her own generation, someone without all the baggage he had. Someone who wouldn’t complicate her life by tethering her to things she was trying to leave behind.
But knowing the little he did of her personality, she was naïve. Men would take advantage of that—use her.
The thought pulled a primal noise to his lips, but he stopped short at the sight of Lark jogging back.
This time he had the view from the front.
His balls clenched, and his cock began to swell behind his fly. Her red curls bobbed around her oval face. From here, he couldn’t make out those freckles or dimples but knowing they were there didn’t help the tight fit of his jeans.
Were there freckles all over her body? Spattering those full, bouncing breasts? On her toned stomach?
Her inner thighs?
