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mockingly.
I m just watching. Slade lifted his beer before tipping it to his mouth once again, his eyes never leaving
Jessie. Damn, Zack. I missed this.
And he had. The camaraderie, it was different here. He maintained a distance as an agent with the
various skirmishes ranging to hell and back. He d lost enough friends, he couldn t face losing friends like
Zack or Jazz, so he hadn t made any others.
Yeah well, you might have been missed a bit too. Zack jumped to the runabout, moving to the swivel
seat in front of Slade as he plucked a beer from the ice chest on the floor and twisted the cap free. We
worried bout ya, man. That was some serious shit you were into. I saw the news story when the stories
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of the arrests broke. It wasn t pretty.
Slade sighed tiredly. No, it wasn t. He kept his eyes on Jessie, as he had kept her in his mind during
those hellish years.
He let a smile tip his lips as he watched Jessie s gaze rove over the shoreline. She couldn t see the boat,
or him. A frown marred her brow a second before she turned back to the kids, laughing with a chubby
little toddler as he waved a burned marshmallow up at her.
We worried bout her too, Zack finally said, his voice quiet. She wasn t the same. Worked too much.
She bought the RV as soon as it went up for sale, going through Jazz to hide it from you, then renting
your apartment. It seemed to ease her some, so we let it go. But we worried.
Not as much as he had. He had known Jessie was buying it, had priced it ridiculously low for that simple
fact.
You weren t alone, Zack. He flicked his gaze toward his friend before it was drawn once again to
Jessie. You know why I did what I had to do. I didn t have a choice. I did it the only way I knew how.
Yeah. He saw Zack s abrupt nod from the corner of his eyes. I thought we were buddies though.
You could have told me.
I didn t tell her. He tipped the beer toward Jessie as she swung another youngster into her arms. And
she holds my soul.
Zack snorted. You re waxing poetic, man.
Slade laughed at the accusation. She s worth it. Watch her. Son of a bitch, I don t think I ve ever seen
anything so pretty in my life.
Man, you re just eat up with it, Zack groaned. I hope it s not contagious. So what are you gonna do,
just sit here and watch her all night? Or ambush her like you did this morning?
Slade swung his gaze back to Zack.
You think no one would hear her screaming like a dying banshee? He laughed. Hell man, I work the
office on Saturday. You two had me sweating down there.
Slade wiped his hand over his chin, grinning back at the other man in unabashed amusement.
Zack chuckled, a thread of exasperation running through his voice. She s not going to be that easy to
pull in, boy. Sideswiping her ain t gonna gain you any points either.
Slade shrugged, finished his beer and reached for another.
I can wait. I waited five years.
And Jazz? He s taken care of her, Slade. Maybe he s not ready to let her go.
Don t remind me of that black-hearted, woman-thieving, poor excuse for a grinning fool, Slade
snapped furiously. He s lucky I didn t cut his dick off for touching her. And don t start with the
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Goddamned maybes either. I ve had enough of those out of him.
He still wasn t certain he shouldn t whip Jazz s ass again. The only thing that saved the overgrown
jackass was the fact that Jessie had come apart inhis arms, her pussy so snug she nearly strangled his
cock, her eyes dazed, the shock and surprise at the pleasure tearing through her proof enough that Jazz
hadn t touched her heart. He hadn t touched what mattered. The rest Slade would forgive. In time.
So what do you intend to do? Watch her until she breaks? Zack snickered back at him.
Slade lifted his brow in amusement. A good agent learns fast when to watch and when to strike,
remember that, Zack? She knows I m here, she knows I m watching. I ll know when to strike.
Chapter Thirteen
What the hell was he up to?
Monday afternoon Jessie layout on the balcony outside her bedroom, listening to Jazz, Zack and Slade s
voices as they argued over something in the apartment he had tortured her by moving into. Dammit, they
had an office, why the hell didn t they take it there instead of interrupting her summer? Besides the fact
they wouldn t argue loud enough for her to hear it.
She frowned, catching only scattered words, never a phrase or an inkling to what the debate was over.
Her curiosity was driving her crazy. And Jazz, damn him, probably knew it.
The office building itself was back from the main road and fairly private. With the towels she used to
cover her balcony rails she was hidden from view below, allowing her to sunbathe nude whenever she
wanted to, as she was now. It was a hazard, because the sound of Slade s voice was making her horny.
She gritted her teeth, flipping over to her stomach as she once again found herself caressing her
abdomen, moving much too close to the waxed folds between her thighs as Slade s voice drifted on the
breeze. At this rate, masturbation wasn t far away and she refused to allow his voice to push her to that
point. No matter how good it would be.
It would be easier if she could actually hear him acting like an ass! A frown creased her brow at the
fierce thought, even as she snorted at herself in derision. It was a damned lie. Slade s voice, whether
pissed off or sexually determined, had the power to make her pussy gush with the need to fuck. The feel
of him sliding into her, stretching her, setting her on fire, was one of the things she had never been able to
forget. Even Jazz couldn t do that to her. The prickling lash of erotic pain at penetration had been more
uncomfortable than pleasurable when he had taken her. With Slade, she only craved more.
You re going to burn.
Speak of the devil. Jessie turned her head, meeting Jazz s laughing eyes as he stepped onto Slade s
balcony, his brows raising and lowering in lecherous regard as his eyes went over her nude body.
If Monday was starting out this bad, then the rest of the week could only get worse.
Sitting up, Jessie jerked the light wrap from the floor of the balcony and pulled it over her head before
facing him again.
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Shouldn t you be building something? she grumped, rising to her feet as she moved to the small ice
chest she had filled with drinks earlier. She jerked a bottle of water from the cold interior before
slamming it closed again.
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