Page 75 of Suds and Sam on the Lam
“Sugar?”
“Tough Guy?”
“That was…”
“Orgasmalicious?” I grin and he chuckles.
“Damn straight.”
Later, as we sit in the sun on the beach, I check my emails and text messages. “Huh. Dad says it might take well over a year for all the trials to take place so they’ve put Seraphim and her daughter in protective custody. They’re somewhere Little Tony can’t ever find them.”
“Yeah, I figured. You worried?” He leans back on his elbows, staring out at the ocean.
“Not too much. Maybe a little. His family will be out for blood but eventually we’ll have to go home. Frankie says Catrina misses us.”
Suds snorts. “He also fixed our front door as a wedding present.”
“That was sweet.” I lower my sunglasses onto my nose so he can see my smartass expression.
“Not exactly a word I would use to describe a hitman.”
“You don’t know him. He’s actually a very nice man, except for the killing part.” Adjusting my bikini top, I struggle to slather suntan lotion on my back.
“Let me help.” Suds straddles me and rolls me on my stomach. His firm fingers dig into my shoulder blades with the coconut scented cream.
“Mmm… Speaking of the front door, I heard the guy that planted evidence is now spilling the beans to the FBI. What a schmuck. Probably won’t even do time.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him.” Suds squeezes the tube, rubs his hands together, and begins anew.”
“I will, too.” My mouth waters when I remember my new camera.
Suds stops his massage. “We talked about this. No dangerous missions. Not if we want kids someday, right?”
My chest warms, growing three sizes bigger, enough to encompass a little boy or girl who’ll look just like him.Who knows? Maybe we got one growing already.
“No high risk cases ever again. I promise.” Rolling over between his legs, I take an index finger to my chest. “I cross my heart and hope to die.”
“No more dying. No more midnight escapades. You are sitting behind a computer from now on, understood?”
“Got it.”Unless someone really needs my help.
“Saaaammm….”
“What?”
The End
