Chapter 22

“Don’t really care,” he says before throwing me onto the bed and having his way.

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A good hour passes before we come up for air. By then, I’m drained of every drop of come I possessed.

Jack is stretched out, shiny with sweat, and I feast on the sight. All is as it should be until he speaks. “Do you still think about going north? Leaving this heat behind?”

“I’d like to get away from the heat. Who wouldn’t? But not you, so no, I’m pretty much fixed hereabouts. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just wondering.”

He surprises me by not hurrying away. “How’s things, the town and all?” I ask.

“About the same. Had a killing on Tuesday. Fellow tried to rob a man and got shot for it. Court found the shooting justified, but things were stirred up right good.”

“I hate thinking of bullets flying around you.”

“Don’t you worry after me. I take care of myself.” Here he laughs. “Take care of you, too.” He rolls me over and kisses me. “You’re one fine fellow, Wynn.”