Page 28 of Rescued By the Operative

Jake

“Hey.”

I look back over my shoulder and give my Blondie in the brown wig a smile and a nod.

She looks like someone nailed her good and she’s coming back for more. Right out here on the sidewalk on Main Street.

That black SUV is idling nearby.

I’d happily oblige her with another round, but Ennis is waiting on me. I take a moment to tie the tarp down a little tighter.

“I’m talking to you,” she says.

“I know,” I say, cinching the rope good and tight.

“This job I have…I may not be able to text you. Can you handle that?”

I turn to smile at her. “So you admit that it’s your job keeping you too busy for me. Not that you don’t have feelings for me.”

“Jake,” she says, and for the first time, her voice has lost that hard edge. She’s softening to me.

“Yeah?”

“Thing is, I have a rule. I don’t text first,” she says.

“Then give me your number.”

“I can’t.”

“Surely you have a burner phone in your line of work.”

Her cheeks heat.

She rips my phone out of my hands and inputs her information.

“There. Was that so hard?” I say as she hands it back.

Her eyes glance to the tarp, and she leans down to peek under a gap.

“What’s that in the back of your truck?”

“Fertilizer.”

I slide behind the wheel, my ass still remembering what it felt like when she squeezed me there.

I’m almost hard again, thinking about it.

I roll up the window and gun the engine. I wave at her as I pull away.

“Jake!” she calls out, her voice muffled beneath the roar of the engine. “Why do you have so much?”

I don’t know what she’s trying to get out of me, but I don’t answer that. I just keep driving.

Chapter Eleven

Nelly

I’m getting too close to this prisoner.