“You like it a little rough?” I asked cautiously. With a swallow, Jacey responded, “You want to give it to me a little rough?” “This time… yeah. But I won’t if you don’t like it,” I said quickly. Jacey kissed me then kissed along my earlobe. “A little rough is okay.” I rolled Jacey underneath me
-Jacey- Once the men were gone, I heard someone hobble toward my tent. I pulled the covers closer around myself as the flap zipped open. “Brought you some clothes, baby girl,” Stumpy, or at least I assumed it was Stumpy, said. “By the sounds of last night, you’re gonna need to go for a swim. So I
My stomach turned. “Look, Caleb is my one and only. And that’s how it’s going to stay.” Stumpy blinked at me. “You mean to tell me that boy’s been hogging that body of yours since you became legal?” Actually, since about the very moment I became legal, but Stumpy didn’t need to know that. My cheek
-Caleb- I didn’t go find Stumpy, even though he was overdue for a punch in the face. I went to find Girard instead. The men had all trundled into the cook tent and were loudly calling to Stumpy for grub. When Stumpy, standing behind the camp range, saw me enter the tent, he was suitably shaken. I
“No, sir. No problems,” Stumpy said quickly. Jacey’s back relaxed under my hand at those words. We took the only two side-by-side spaces left then started working on our hamburgers. I could feel the stares of the men on us. Or, rather, on Jacey. I’d never considered myself to be the caveman type,
Girard sighed. “Get her out of the tent. We need to take her to a doctor. Now,” Girard barked. For once, I didn’t argue with him. I got out of the tent then gently lifted Jacey into my arms. Girard pulled out a cell phone and called for a seaplane. “Two hours,” he grunted, disconnecting the call.
-Jacey- Caleb gave his gun to the Mountie who then had him put his hands behind his back. He cuffed him and started leading him away. “Hey!” I called weakly. “Hey, you can’t do that!” No one listened. Paramedics bustled over and picked up the stretcher, hefting me out of the seaplane and into an
I struggled in my cuffs. “I need Caleb. Nothing is going to be okay until we clear up this mess. And he deserves to know we lost the baby.” “You can ask the detective to get word to him. But right now, you need to rest,” the doctor insisted. “You’ll be out of here in a few days and in the custody o