In a Badger Way (Honey Badger Chronicles #2) - Shelly Laurenston Page 0,81
was back on the ground, she took off running, past the few workmen still around. As soon as she was across the street, she jumped into the waiting black sports car and closed the door behind her.
“Go.”
Malone pulled away from the curb and onto the street. She careened around the slower moving vehicles and nearly ran down a late-shift worker.
Then, with a dramatic spin of tires and a turn that would make a lesser man vomit, they landed in a safe spot near closed businesses.
Malone turned off the headlights and looked over at Dee-Ann, grinning.
Dee-Ann knew that look. Kitty wanted a compliment so she gave her one.
“You drive like my daddy when he’s had some of Uncle Buddy Ray’s ’shine.”
Not appreciating that, Malone contacted the other teams. They had every way out of this private airport covered so they could follow their prey. The plan was that the Group, Katzenhaus, and the BPC would not let these boys out of their sights while they were in this country.
But as the minutes ticked away and no one drove by . . . Dee-Ann and Malone looked at each other, gazing directly into each other’s eyes.
“Hey, Arnie?” Malone called out on her radio.
“Yo?”
“Check the hangar they went into.”
“Yep,” the bear replied.
And then they waited again, and still no vehicles came by.
“Cella?” Arnie called back.
“Yeah?”
“Uhhh. They’re gone.”
Malone let out a nasty growl. “Who the fuck missed them?” she demanded of the multiple teams listening in. “Who the fuck let them by?”
“Uh, Cella?”
“What, Arnie?”
“No one let them by.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m looking at the hole.”
Frowning, her head jerking back a little, Malone asked, “What?”
“I’m looking at the hole.”
“What hole?”
“The hole they burrowed.” When Malone said nothing, Arnie added, “They burrowed out of here. Literally. They burrowed.”
Malone dropped back into the seat and said to Dee-Ann, “They burrowed out of the hangar and under the streets of New Jersey.”
“Yeah,” Dee-Ann replied. “I . . . I really don’t know what to do with that.”
“For once, my canine friend, we agree. Of course, this also means we have Scottish MacKilligans loose on the East Coast . . . and no idea where.”
“Well,” Dee-Ann said, lifting up her Tennessee Titans hat so she could scratch her scalp before pulling it back down, “If nothin’ else . . . we know they’ll be at that funeral. We just have to hope and pray they won’t be burying any extra bodies.”
* * *
She only napped for about twenty minutes but it was enough to make her energy explode like a three-year-old who had gotten into a bag of sugar.
But it got really weird when Shen, sitting on the floor with the couch at his back, looked away from the TV and realized that Stevie had perched herself on the tall bookshelf at the other side of the room.
When she realized she had his attention, she began to creep along the top on all fours until she reached the edge.
Shen shook his head. “Stevie, don’t—”
But it was too late. She made a crazy leap from the bookcase toward him, but she landed stomach down on the coffee table. About five feet short of her mark.
“Almost!” she cheered, her face still in the table.
“Yes,” Shen said, lifting her off the table. “Almost.”
He pulled her down into his lap, her legs on either side of him.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
“Nope.”
Stevie dug her hands into his hair, pushed it off his face, massaged his scalp. It felt amazing.
“Because I need to be fucked again,” she said. “But I don’t want to wear you out.”
Shen couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeahhhhhh, that’s not gonna happen.”
“It’s not? Because I can be pretty demanding.”
“And I’m a wild panda. All I need is a box of condoms and free time.”
Stevie moved her hands from his scalp to his shoulders and leaned in close. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He pointed toward the TV. “Storage Wars is on right now.”
Stevie’s eyes opened wide and her lips parted.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Shen said quickly, yanking her back onto his lap before she could get up and storm away.
“All right then.”
“Besides, I can just record it.”
She was halfway across the room before he caught up with her again, catching her in his arms and dumping her onto his shoulder. Her laughter entertained him just as much as having her naked body all to himself for the next few hours.
chapter SEVENTEEN
“Okay,” Stevie said, turning in the chair so she could look right at Shen. “I have a suggestion.”