We’d been in our share of firefights. But they’d never been like this. I couldn’t help but feel like we’d skipped a few chapters… We’d gone from strappin’ up to strippin’ down. All is fair in lust and war baby. Maybe that was why I couldn’t look at him without seein’ somethin’ to be won. If I had my druthers, we’d already be playin’ the game. That’s why I’d gone and made the first move. I’d be waitin’ ‘til the cows came home on a marine to get a damn thing done outside orders and U.S. borders. He may have set his sights on me baby but that trigger aint get pulled until the MOA ‘just right. The further the distance, the less the accuracy. Now why the hell else ‘you think I had to scoot closer? Laissez les bon temps rouler.
I had to wonder if I was truly a child of God, because when it came to Stein and Lemaire the devil was in the details. I could admit I was glossin’ over ‘em. Pretendin’ that devil wasn’t there at all, pretendin’ our past had no bearin’ on the present… In fact I’d gotten good at the practice, baby. It had become so standard it’d grown into more of a personality trait than a skill. I was good at pretendin’. Livin’ in fantasy so often it had started to paint me in them very same salacious colors. I’ll be your fantasy, baby. I smiled as I bit my lip. Damn, if this ‘what it feels like with your eyes on me, I can’t wait to see what your hands can do.
