She picked up the gun she’d left lying on the rocky beach. “What do you think I should do with this?”
Nate, still panting, nodded in the direction of the water. Tonya rose immediately to her feet. Amicolola Creek was notoriously deep; it was highly unlikely to ever be found. The creek ran into the Coosa River far below the falls, there was a good chance the body would never surface and if it did, it would be so far away no one would know where it had entered the water. After she’d tossed the gun she turned to see Nate, now in a seated position slipping the huge knife back into a sheath he wore at the base of his spine. She resumed her seat next to him.
“You know when we get married you’re going to have to find another line of work,” she said her voice hollow with exhaustion.
“Are we getting married?”
“Well since you’re probably going to continue to stalk me, we might as well. At the very least I’ll be easier to find,” she said.
“Can’t deny that,” he said. He continued in a more serious vein. “I’ve got some money saved up.”
“And that totally unused business degree.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going into international security consulting.”
“Does that mean you’ll be running around after criminals?” Tonya asked frowning.
“Nope. There’s so much globalization now companies have employees all over the world. Kidnapping and other types of extortion is big business. I’ll be telling them how to protect their people and get them out of precarious situations.”
“Cool.”
“So we get married.”
“Yep.”
“And I suppose I’ll be helping you discover if you can make babies, as well?”
“Considering the number of times you’ve nearly gotten me killed it’s the least you can do,” she said.
“It’s a tough job, but I suppose I’m up to it.”
“After all these changes, you’d damned well better be.”
“Interesting proposal method. Direct but effective,” Nate said with a chuckle.
In response, Tonya rose up on her knees and slowly straddled his hips. She paused for a moment to give him a smoldering look then leaned forward to press her mouth against his. She traced his lips with a lascivious swipe of her tongue until she felt him shudder in response, then she said, “I’m not proposing a damned thing. I’m telling you that we’re getting married. And you’d better hurry up before you get yourself killed.”
Nate gasped against her mouth, craning his neck up to recapture her lips when she pulled away. “Well, since you asked so nicely. As you wish.”
The End
About the Author
Roslyn Hardy Holcomb was born in North Alabama and has had a disparate career and varied interests. Her lifelong devotion to needle arts led to a stint on the editorial staff of Oxmoor House, the publishing division of Southern Progress, Inc. Regular volunteer work and a passion for child welfare inspired her to leave that field to pursue an advanced degree and a career in social service. Shortly after her son was born, she decided to become a stay-at-home mother and pursue a writing career fulltime. Her first novel, Rock Star, was recently re-released in mass market.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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