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"...the adrenaline shot of the Honeybun brothers will definitely catch the attention of every romance reader out there. The first in the Honeybun Hunks series is a goodie. You will want one of these Honeybuns with your morning coffee!"
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The house was tiny,
white, and non-descript in every way. The yard was bare to the point
of tacky, with patchy green grass that stood up in tufts here and there like
somebody had forgotten to mow for a few weeks…or years.
Alastair easily found
the key under a ratty old doormat that said, “Go away, I have a gun.”
“Subtle.” Angie
said.
Dust bunnies attacked
them as they entered the front door and then danced around their feet in the
breeze from outside. Angie sneezed. “Well, I guess I know
what we’ll be doing first.” She said with a wry smile.
“It’s not really like
the movies is it? Where the house is clean and fully stocked and filled with
competent looking guys with big guns?”
Angie grimaced, “Who
nearly always get killed almost immediately because somehow the bad guys
infiltrate the police department and find out where the good guys are holed
up?”
Alastair nodded, “There
is that. So…what? You’re thinking since the house is dirty and
unkempt and there are no guys with big guns we should be safe?”
“That’s what I’m
thinkin’ yeah.”
They shared a smile.
Walking through the tiny house they quickly got acclimated. There were only
four rooms, five if you counted the tiny bathroom. Two bedrooms, a living room
with a small, black and white TV, and a very small kitchen tucked into the very
back of the house. The kitchen window had bars over it and the back door was
solid metal, no window. “Stainless steel, very contemporary, with a warm patina
of high security lock up about it.” Angie murmured.
Alastair, deciding humor
was the best way to deal with the depressing little house, nodded and cocked
his head, placing his hand on his chin as if considering decorating
possibilities. “Yes, generally we see the stainless steel on the appliances
rather than the exterior door, but I’m kind of partial to the puke green of the
appliances myself and wouldn’t change them for anything.”
Angie cocked her head to
mimic him and said, “Puke is not quite right, I think this shade is more snot
or booger. With a tinge of Malaria mucus thrown in.”
Alastair laughed and
walked over to the phone on the wall. “Holy shit! It has a dial.”
Angie was busy opening
cupboards and didn’t look at him. “Well I would hope it’s working! It wouldn’t
do us much good otherwise.”
“No, I mean it has an
actual dial on the front of it.” He picked up the receiver, puke green to match
the appliances, and put it to his ear. “Shit! A dial but no dial tone.
Perfect.”
Alastair hung up the
phone and turned toward the front door. “I’d better lock up and set the alarm,
just in case.”
Angie leaned against the
scarred kitchen counter. Tears filled her eyes as a sudden feeling of
homesickness swamped her. She hadn’t spoken to her sister for days and she’d
had to abandon her coffee shoppe, which had been her life up until a few days
earlier when the nightmare started. And now she had to stay in the grungy
little pit of a house for days with nothing to do. She heard Alistair returning
and quickly turned toward the refrigerator, swiping at her wet cheeks guiltily.
“We’re all locked up.”
He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder as she peered into the
refrigerator, more for a way to hide her red eyes than with any interest in its
contents.
“Score!” Alastair
reached past her and grabbed two bottles of beer. “We have beer, and I have a
cell phone. We can call for pizza. The day is looking up.” When she just
nodded, not trusting herself to speak, he stood silently behind her for a
moment. She prayed he’d move away so she could get herself pulled together
before turning around.
But instead he moved
closer.
When he suddenly slid
his arms around her waist Angie stiffened at the unexpected contact. However,
she quickly realized that, although the contact was unexpected, it certainly
wasn’t unwelcome. In fact it felt pretty damn good. She leaned back and allowed
him to cradle her for a moment, hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
Alastair leaned his head
against the top of hers and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
She shook her head. The
last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad. It wasn’t his fault either. He’d
just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. “I’m okay, I just get hit with
these feelings every once in a while. I’ve been working through them.”
He nuzzled at her neck,
just below her ear. “You’re pretty amazing you know that?”
And here she’d been
feeling pretty stupid and weak. She shook her head again, afraid to speak for
fear she’d break down into tears.
His lips gently worked
the sensitive flesh of her neck, leaving behind warmth and a sense of loss when
they moved on. The tears stopped as her body kicked into a new emotion and she
found herself holding her breath, afraid that he’d stop. She closed her eyes
and let herself relax completely against him, sighing.
His lips worked their
way up to her ear and she shivered as the warmth of his breath made a wisp of
hair flutter against her cheek. Somewhere low on her body she started to clench
and warm. Her mind let go of the fear and grabbed hold of the new, more welcome
sensations of lust. Which was why when he whispered into her ear, his voice
husky with emotion, she jumped and her eyes flew open.
“Just pepperoni or extra
deep meat lover’s?”
Angie laughed and
Alastair nipped gently at her ear lobe before letting go of her to step away.
She tried to ignore the
way her body mourned the loss of him as he punched a single number into his
cell phone.
“You have it on speed
dial?”
He shrugged, “Hey, come
on, I’m a single guy. Where do you think those clichés come from?”
Angie laughed again and
shook her head. Suddenly the next few days seemed filled with
possibility rather than just boredom and fear. “Thin crust, green
pepper and onion.”
He made a face,
“Bleurg! That’s a girl pizza.”
She shrugged and grinned
at him.
Shaking his head he
murmured, “I’ll order two pizzas then, a real one and one without
testosterone.”
Angie continued to grin,
“Salad too.”
Alastair looked as if somebody had stepped on his privates. But he
ordered salad along with the two pizzas.
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