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Undercover Lover – Part 48

Things have gone from bad to worse. Rimsky, a man in the gang Romy has infiltrated, has made a bold move against him, putting Saige and Julia in serious danger. Agent King realizes he’s seen Ben before — hanging out with Rimsky a couple of years ago. When they find Julia’s been abducted and Romy’s brothers beaten, they know that Ben’s involved too. A note taped to Chas’ chest makes it clear who took Julia.

“You know where to find me, Bitch. Bring your lover and come get me.”

“I fooking hate that guy,” Romy commented when they got back downstairs. “I knew I should have broken his bloody balls the first time I met him. Where’s this mysterious place?”

“Our first official date was at the old ice rink. It’s been closed over a year and the building was condemned. That’s where he’d take her. For him, it would hold significant irony.”

They drove in silence to the skating rink. Walking up to the building, Saige found the front door unlocked. There was a large hole to the left of the door. Glancing over her shoulder at her friends, Saige decided to crawl through the hole rather than risk the door. She was the only one who could make it. Motioning to Romy, she headed through. He and King checked the door for traps, opening it carefully. Harmony and Trevor went around back.

Once Saige was inside, she let her eyes adjust to the dusky interior. She sensed Romy and King nearby. She slipped over to them, signaling her intentions. She heard voices echoing down the hallway coming from the ice rink. It was probably the least defensible area of the entire building. It made it difficult for Ben to protect himself, hiding all kinds of spots for someone to ambush him.

Risking a couple of words, she spoke quietly over her headset, “Ice rink.”

The men flanked her, keeping her behind them. When they got to the main entrance, Saige tucked her gun in her belt behind her back. Hands out from her sides, she walked boldly through the doors. Any second, she expected to feel a white hot pain as Ben shot her. Nothing happened. Nothing continued to happen for a couple seconds more. Then she heard Ben’s voice raised in anger.

“I told you to bring your lover. Where is he? Cowering behind you?”

“This is between you and me, Ben. Why drag Julia into it?”

“She hates me,” he whined. “She’s always hated me. She never thought I was good enough for her little precious. God, she makes me sick! I knew if I took her you’d come.”

“Julia, are you all right?”

There was a short scuffle. “Shoot the fooker in the balls,” the old woman said calmly.

There was a sharp smack and Julia grunted. A dull thump and Ben cried out angrily.

“You bitch!”

“Hit her again and I guarantee you won’t walk out alive,” Romy said, leaving the shadows to Saige’s left, his gun trained on Ben.

“Why did you bring him? This is between me and Brodie.”

“Your note said to bring her lover,” Romy said calmly, cocking his head to one side. “So

here I am.”

“You? She’s with Brodie! I saw them together. I saw her car over there Sunday night!”

“Apparently you’ve not done your homework, you worthless sack of shit. I live in the same building, you limp dicked toad. She and I took up some time ago. Talks about you when she’s with me, don’t you love? Comparisons. Hard to live up to, mate. I’m a regular steam roller, me. Not a contest,” he whispered sharply.

“You’re lying!” Ben yelled. “She’s with Brodie!”

“Best thing you ever did for us, throwing her out. Course she was about to leave. I finally convinced her. Stupid of me not to suggest it sooner, but one gets used to a certain arrangement and finding a new one doesn’t seem necessary.”

As he talked, Romy moved closer to Ben, walking slightly to his left with each step. Ben was so busy watching him, he didn’t notice King following in the shadows, countering Romy’s movements. Nor did he see the others coming around behind him, sure and silent.

“You’re not gonna hurt my gran,” Romy said confidently. “You’re too smart for that. Rough up a couple young men, that’s one thing. But an old lady? Not your style. Not even if she kicked you in the balls, though I’m guessing they hurt like ruddy hell by now. Always takes a bit for that to really sink in.” He grimaced, closing one eye.

“I want to talk to Brodie.”

“What for? I’m your man. Well, her man. I’m with her, so your gripe is with me.”

“What about Brodie?”

“What about Brodie?” Saige threw back at him. “I’ve told you for months there was nothing between us. You’re an idiot, but it paid off. You focused so on Brodie, you didn’t see what was going on with Romy right under you nose. All those nights you were working, I wasn’t alone. I was with him. We made love in our bed and laughed about you the entire time.”

It was amazing how easy it was to lie to Ben. The words poured out of her mouth like truth, spinning a web of deception that worked Ben into a frenzy. Romy was within jumping distance. Saige could see him preparing to attack Ben. She had to keep her ex focused on her rather than Romy.

“Julia and I used to talk about you too, didn’t we?”

“All the time, love,” Julia played along beautifully. “She called you a silly wanker with a penis the size of a peanut.”

Julia giggled even as he pulled her head back and pressed the gun under her chin. His hand trembled, his eyes wild. In the middle of something he couldn’t control, one slip in panic and she

was dead.

 

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 47

“Oh, shit,” King hissed. “I remember where I’ve seen that face before.”

“What face?” Romy and Harmony asked him.

“The guy Brodie clocked.”

They waited for him to formulate his thoughts. “It was like two years ago, that’s why I didn’t place him right away. Going into your Gran’s building. He was with Rimsky.”

“What?” Romy was horrified. “What are you talking about?”

“That wimp Brodie hit in the face. He runs with Rimsky.”

“Holy shit,” Romy groaned. “Oh, my God. Why didn’t I see it? I didn’t even recognize him! What was I thinking?”

“He wasn’t out of place. He had a reason to be there. I didn’t put it together until Saige mentioned that she was what was different.”

Romy whipped out his phone and tried desperately to communicate with the other team, the one protecting his grandmother. He couldn’t reach them, nor could he reach his brothers.

“Change of plans, gents,” he announced. “We’ve got to go by Gran’s place.”

“What about Saige?”

“There’s no time to drop her off. Harm can let us out and drive her to safety.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Saige said irrationally.

“Love, you’ll be in danger.”

“Suzie and Brodie aren’t the only ones with skills, you know. You’ve been assuming all this time that I’m helpless.”

“Can you fire a weapon?”

“Damn near expert,” she replied proudly. “And maybe I can get in where you can’t. Ben would never expect me to be able to protect myself. He expects me to be helpless too.”

“I don’t like this, Saige. You could get hurt.”

“So could you.”

“But this is my job, love.”

“And I know Ben better than anyone. You can’t live with a man and not know the chinks in his armor.”

They dug a bullet proof vest out of their stash as well as a pistol. Romy handed her a gun carefully, still concerned by her ability to handle herself. Saige took the weapon with confidence, popping out the magazine before she examined the weapon.

“Sweet! Glock22, .40 caliber. Fifteen shots, lightweight, reliable, favorite of police and law enforcement worldwide.” She put the magazine back in with a grin and held out her hand for a spare.

“Want to know the specs on it? I used to have them memorized.”

“How do you know all this stuff?” Romy was awed.

“Four years in the Army.”

“Damn, you’re full of surprises.”

“I’ve plenty more saved up.” She kissed him, reminding herself what she held most dear.

They stopped a block away from her old apartment building. It looked quiet and normal until they got inside. Julia’s apartment door was smashed in, the interior total chaos. Things were broken, overturned, destroyed. In the middle of the disaster zone was a crumpled figure. Stifling a gasp, Romy ran to the man’s side.

“It’s Dexter,” he whispered. “He’s breathing.”

“I’m on it,” Harmony said quietly. “Go. I’ve got it.”

Harmony examined Dexter carefully as King led the others up the stairs. He moved silently for so large a man. Saige brought up the rear, Romy just ahead of her, to her left, as King moved forward to her right.

Using hand signals, they headed to her former apartment. The door was slightly ajar, a radio blaring. King checked the doorway carefully before they went in. Cautiously, they entered the apartment. There was nothing in the front rooms, but when they got to the bedroom there was another crumpled body. This time it was Chas. Brent knelt by him, taking his pulse. He was alive, but in pretty bad shape. There was a note taped to his chest.

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 46

On the way to visit Romy’s grandmother, it’s obvious they are being followed. He suspects that it’s one of the men in the gang he’s infiltrated. He’s vied for position with a man named Rimsky, who seems to be making a move against him. No matter what they do, they can’t seem to shake the tail, making Romy believe that whoever drugged Saige at the restaurant must have left a tracking device on her. He shoves her down in the seat to protect her in case there’s gunfire.

She giggled, her head nearly in his lap. The irony of her position didn’t go unnoticed by the men.

“Oi, Rom,” King said in a fair imitation of his English accent. “Ever had a blow job while evading a tail?”

Romy laughed, smacking his arm. “You’d love to know the answer to that and I’m not going to tell you.”

The dark skinned agent raised an uncertain eyebrow. “You’re shitting me, right?”

Romy flashed a toothy grin. “You’d love to know that too. Maybe I’ll tell you when you grow up. Of course, the fook not. Why spoil a perfectly good blow job when you’re dodging bullets?”

“We lost him,” Harmony reported. “I’d be more inclined to think you did, Rom, but you won’t say so in front of the lady.”

“We’re missing lunch, gents. This is too dangerous to bring home. Harm, the safe house.”

“Alpha or Bravo?”

Romy eyed the landscape as it flashed by. “Bravo. Alpha’s on the other side of town.” He whipped out his phone again, hitting speed dial. “Chas, it’s bug out time. You know where to go. Yeah. No, we’re fine. Where’s Dexter? K. It’s hit the fooking fan, mate. Right. Call me when you get there.”

Romy bit his knuckle, his eyes holding a desperate worry. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Something made them panic. Love, as soon as we get you settled, I’ve got to go out.”

“Romy, what’s going on?”

“That’s what I’ve got to figure out. Something major went down whilst I was gone.”

He took a second cell phone out of his pocket, whipping it open. The expression on his face changed, hardened. He spoke rapidly in Spanish, but Saige was fluent enough to understand most of what he said.

Enrique, what’s going on? I’ve got Rimsky on my ass. They jumped my lady friend at a bar and tagged her. What the fuck, man? This is not how we do business. Put Pablo on.”

There was a short pause. She couldn’t hear the other man’s answer, but Romy’s face clouded with anger.

“I don’t care what he’s doing or who he’s with. You’ll put him on, or you and I will have a conversation about your future in this organization. A very short, abrupt, loud one. Got me?”

He put his hand over the mouthpiece, speaking to Harmony. “Take the next right and double back.”

“Yes, boss.” He did as he was told.

Saige didn’t like the expression on Romy’s face. She also didn’t like how he was acting. Was he really a secret operative, or was he a drug dealer or something equally awful like Stan said? She was pretty sure Stan was teasing, but uncertainty filled her mind. Her heart strongly supported Romy. He wouldn’t lie to her. But the entire nature of what he did was a fabrication. He wove a web of lies daily to protect himself. What was to keep him from lying to her? He said he loved her, could he be lying yet again? She was in an agony of doubt.

Saige shifted uneasily in her doubled over position. Romy’s hand caressed her cheek. If she had any doubts of his affection, that small gesture banished them. She remembered what he said the first night they made love. The other personality, the one he pretended to be, wasn’t nice and he didn’t like him. She had seen that face and it scared her.

As if he could tell what she was thinking, he raised her hand to his lips, kissing it even as he talked rapidly to the man on the phone. As soon as he’d finished, he shut the phone and stuffed it back in his pocket. He helped her sit up, kissing her as he brushed the tangled hair gently from her face.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I wanted this to go more smoothly. Something unexpected has happened, but no one knows about it but us. Rimsky’s kept a tight lid on it. I can’t imagine why he’s moving against me now.”

“What’s different about now?”

“That’s what I can’t figure out.”

“Me,” she whispered, strangely terrified. “I’m what’s different.”

“You aren’t any part of this wreck,” he assured her.

“But I’m a part of you. Maybe that’s why they chose to move against you, because of me. I make you vulnerable, Romy.”

“Don’t think like that. It isn’t true.”

“But it is. They can’t hurt you but they can hurt me and your Gran. We’re the weak links.”

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – part 45

Saige and Romy spend a wonderful night together. Unfortunately, the next day has to be business as usual. 

 King and Harmony nearly exploded at the intentional double entendres couched in that remark. Sobering slightly, they went through their security routine. Two other men waited in the elevator. They were men that Saige didn’t know. Romy greeted them with a smile and nod.

The drive from the airport was fun. Saige hardly felt like she was out with a security detail. Instead, she thought of it as being out for a drive with the guys.

Harmony checked the rear view mirror. “We’ve got a tail, Rom.”

Romy looked out the back window, studying traffic. There was a dark blue sedan behind them that looked very familiar. Saige told Romy about the incident in the parking garage. The men got very quiet.

“Describe the driver,” Romy said, taking out his phone.

She told him what she remembered about the man at the wheel.

“Any distinctive marks? Warts, moles, scars, tattoos?”

Saige closed her eyes, rapidly decoding her memory. “Oh, yes! He had three teardrops by his eye.”

“Rimsky.” Romy looked worried. “Damn. I’d hoped he wasn’t the one behind it.” He spoke sharply into his phone. “Lose him,” he ordered.

Many things happened at once. Saige wasn’t sure of the exact order. She was too disoriented by the SUV speeding up, weaving in and out of traffic. Harmony sat relaxed behind the wheel, zipping along like a bumblebee on LSD.

Romy put his hand on her head, pushing down gently. “Best take a low profile, love. This car is bullet proofed, but why take chances?”

“Who’s Rimsky?” She said from his lap.

“One of the men under me. Stupid fooker, delusions of power, that one. Wants to take over.”

Two other vehicles cut in ahead of the blue sedan. Another ran interference directly behind them. Saige lost sight of the blue car, but Romy wasn’t satisfied until he heard from his men.

“Take the back roads. We may have to miss our lunch appointment,” he told Saige calmly. “Gran will understand.”

“Does she know what you do?”

“Not really. Over the years she’s learned not to ask too many questions.”

“I’m just the opposite. I’ve got questions out the ass.” She gasped as the car surged past a line of vehicles headed toward the exit at top speed.

“I may never be able to answer them.” Romy’s eyes held a deep sadness.

“I know,” she replied. “Answer what you can.”
“I promise.”

“We’ve picked up another detail,” King reported. “Fuckers were waiting near the off ramp. What the hell is going on?”

Romy glanced out the back window and saw a light green sedan following them now.

“Why are they being so obvious? They’re so high profile, we can hardly miss them,” Harmony remarked as he cut back on the highway.

“They’re herding us. They know how we’re evading. Saige, were you wearing any jewelry when you got hit with the chloroform? Watch, earrings, anything?”

“Yeah. I had on this watch but a different set of earrings

and a necklace.”

“Let me see the watch.”

She handed it to him. He pried the back off, examining it carefully. Nodding his head, he threw the watch out the window.

“I hope that didn’t have sentimental value.”

“I picked it up for ten dollars at Wal-Mart.”

“I’ll buy you a Rolex.”

Undercover Lover – Part 44

Romy is back in town. The team took Saige to meet him at a hotel, not telling her he would be there. They are, of course, delighted to see one another. Romy is also glad that Brodie flattened Ben.

“Brodie popped him in the nose, eh? Good for Brodie. I’ve wanted to do that myself for a good six months now.”

“How could he be so bad and I didn’t notice?”

“It happens, love. Don’t fault yourself. You were trying to keep it together and he was blaming all his problems on you. Guilt is a mighty motivator.”

“I like love as a motivator a lot better.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Did you mean it, what you said on the phone?”

“Heard that, did you? Yeah. With all my heart.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to respond,” she chided him.

“That’s me being a coward. I didn’t know what you’d say.”

“How about, I love you too? Do you like the sound of that?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, kissing her passionately. “I like the sound of that a lot.”

They made love again, slowly, savoring one another. Saige was constantly surprised by the variety of techniques he used to thrill her. He was the most creative and sensuous lover she’d ever had. Ben’s performance paled compared to Romy. He so greatly overshadowed his predecessor, it hardly seemed fair to compare them.

They made love most of the night, only stopping from sheer exhaustion. They ordered an early breakfast and left word at the desk for a 10:00 wake-up call.

“That gives us plenty of time to wake, make love and get to Gran’s,” Romy said, kissing her as he turned out the light.

“I like that plan,” Saige said as he snuggled behind her.

Their 10:00 call seemed too early as Saige sat up to answer the phone. She thanked the clerk and lay back down. Romy lay on his side, gazing down at her, his fingers tracing erotic patterns on her body. His fingers drifted down to the mole on her belly.

“Did you have to tell Brent and Trevor about my mole?” She giggled as he tickled her. “That was incredibly embarrassing.”

“Which one told you?”

“Brent. He lost.”

“Lost hell, he won. They flipped a dozen quarters and did rock, paper, scissors until they were blue.”

“They lied to me! Oh, just wait until I get my hands on them. Buggers!”

She laughed harder as he covered her with kisses, concentrating on the mole.

“Next time, we get to discuss this tattoo.” She ran her fingers over the small Oriental pattern nearly obscured by hair on his lower abdomen. “I’m very curious about that.”

“Yeah? Long story.”

“I’ve got time.” She continued to stroke it.

He gasped every time she touched it, responding to her in exactly the way she wanted.

“No time for stories.” He kissed her neck. “We have more important things to do.”

“Mm hm. Story after lunch,” she told him.

He rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him. “I have to go to work after lunch, love. I’m sorry.”

“After work?”

“Yeah. But right now, I don’t want to do anything but make you scream.”

They were nearly late for their ride to Julia’s. King and Harmony tapped on the door as they dressed. Taking his gun, Romy went to the door in his boxers. Saige stayed in the bedroom. Once he verified who was at the door, he let them in with a grin.

“Out in a tick,” he said. “The lady is putting on the finishing touches.”

“Great. Why don’t you go put on some pants,” King told him.

“Jealous?” Romy teased, heading to the bedroom.

“Terribly. I am dying of envy even as we speak.”

“When this is all over, I’ll introduce you to some friends of mine,” Saige promised.

“They anything like you?”

“I’ll let you be the judge. I guarantee they’ll all love you.”

“They like dark chocolate?” King raised an eyebrow.

“I think you’ll find that dark or light, they make no discrimination. If the game package has a nice wrapper, they’re willing to play with it.”

 

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 43

After work, Brodie and Saige go to Julia’s apartment to check up on her as Romy asked. She invites them to dinner. While there, they run into Ben and he accuses Saige of having an affair with Brodie. His rudeness really pisses Brodie off and he punches Saige’s ex in the nose.

The men carried Ben upstairs, depositing him on the couch. Not much was left in the apartment. Saige had forgotten that the movers had been there. They left him the bare essentials for survival. He had all this clothing, but the bed and dresser were gone. His underwear and socks were neatly stacked in boxes.

“Anything of yours they missed?”

Saige looked around, shaking her head. “Looks like they cleaned him out. Good.” She resisted the urge to kick him while he was unconscious. She took her key off her ring and dropped it on the floor by the couch. With a happy smile, she left the apartment slamming the door behind her. “You have no idea how good that felt!”

“And you never have to see him again.” Brodie kissed her cheek. “He’s finally out of your life.”

“Thanks to you and Romy. I couldn’t have done this without you guys.” She started to cry, but it was from relief, not sorrow.

“Speaking of Romy.” Harmony looked at his watch. “He should be getting in any minute. Trevor and Brent are picking him up. And you, young lady, have an appointment to keep.”

“I do? What?”

They all laughed at her surprise. Passing the turn to Suzie’s, they headed west to the airport. Pulling into the drive at the airport Hilton, Harmony stopped the car. He and King flanked her as they rushed into the lobby and took the elevator to the penthouse suite. Brodie drove the SUV to a parking place to wait for them.

Harmony opened the door as King kept watch in the hallway. They scooted her inside, closing the door behind her. King checked the suite as Harmony waited by Saige. When they finished their check, both of them flanked the door outside, leaving her puzzled and alone in the room. A few minutes later, the door opened behind her, shutting quickly. She turned, surprised by the sudden entrance. Romy stood there with his arms wide, grinning like a fool.

“Romy!” She launched herself at him, arms around his neck and legs circling his waist. “Oh, I missed you!”

“Saige,” he grunted. “Honey, too much—enthusiasm.” He was going red in the face.

She realized what she was doing when he gave her a jab in the ribs.

“I’m so sorry!” She released his neck, kissing his face, leaving a trail of lip gloss in her wake.

“I’m happy to see you too.” He chuckled, carrying her to the bed. “I figured this was better than displacing my brothers. But I must caution you not to scream too loudly, or you’ll upset the men. They might think we’re killing one another in here.”

“I promise! Did you eat yet?”

“Yeah. Nice thing about private flights, they feed you well. How about you?”

“Julia fed us. We had fish and chips at lunch and roast with Yorkshire pudding for dinner.”

“Sounds delicious. Only one thing I like to eat better than roast and Yorkshire pudding, but my Gran wouldn’t like it if I served it for supper.”

Giggling, Saige slung his jacket across the room, leading him to the bed by his tie. They flopped on the king sized bed, laughing and kissing. Once again, their love making was playful and experimental. Saige drew from her mental list of things to do and tried as many as she could remember. Romy enjoyed and appreciated all of them. When they were showering later, she told him about the incident with Ben.

 

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 42

Bored, but finished with work for the day, Brodie and Saige decide to play a video game. They both like “Guitar Hero II”, so they set it up to play. Brodie challenges Saige to a match, promising that if she at least tries competitive  he’ll play anything she wants in cooperative mode. 

Challenge Accepted.

Saige set it on expert level and started the song. From the beginning, it seemed as if Brodie had the lead. Her score crept up slowly until they hit the solo. Brodie made one mistake after another while Saige nailed nearly every note, her fingers flying over the keys. Laughing heartily, Brodie admitted defeat before the song was even over.

“Alright, you win! How did you get so good?”

“Ben was a fanatic for this game and liked to show me up. After getting humiliated a few times, I practiced. I can’t believe I missed that many notes. I’m rusty.”

“He must really have been a dick to live with,” Brodie said. “Why did you stay with him, Saige? He was rotten to you.”

“I didn’t realize how bad it was until it was over,” she said quietly. “Now I can look back and see how horrible he was.”

“When you got your feet in the fire,” King said in a low rumble. “You can’t always see it for what it is. I know I was like that with my ex. She put me through hell. Everything I did was to try and please her. Then I caught her cheating on me while I was home! She thought I’d gone to the gym, but I was working in the yard. Came in to get a shower and there they were.”

“I had a similar experience,” Brodie said somberly. “Did they invite you to join them?”

“No, cause I had a gun at the bitch’s head and told her to get out my bed. Dampened their enthusiasm.”

“I was invited to a threesome,” Brodie replied. “Not into sandwich action when I’m the filling,” he shook his head trying to clear the memory.

“Dude, that’s twisted!”

“Could we maybe change the subject?” Saige asked. “I’m not quite sure what sandwich action is or how one goes about being the filling….”

“Someone takes it up the ass,” Brodie interrupted with a grin.

“And I’m pretty sure I didn’t want to know,” she finished lamely. “Dammit, Brodie!” She smacked him as he laughed at her.

At dinnertime, they loaded up in the SUV and went to Julia’s again. Chas was there too, happy to see reinforcements. They were invited to dinner and couldn’t find any polite way to decline. Not that they wanted to, Julia was an incredible cook.

“I got the nickname Julia Child when I was younger because I was so good in the kitchen,” she told them proudly. “Didn’t have me own show, but I could out cook that old bitch any day!”

While they were there, Saige went through her belongings, pulling out clothing she had left behind. Julia loaned her an overnight bag and she packed what she needed. They cut their visit short, promising to come by the next day at lunch. As they walked out of her apartment, Saige stopped short, going pale. Ben stood at the base of the stairs.

“I thought I saw you come in,” he said in a tight voice. “Couldn’t pop upstairs and say hello to your old lover?”

“Ben, don’t,” she begged.

“I thought you said you weren’t with Brodie. Yet here he is. Funny how these things work out to me being right.”

“You don’t owe him any explanation,” Brodie told Saige, guiding her away from Ben with his arm around her protectively.

“Sure, go have your little orgy with the big, buff guys. Hey, Brodie, does she still squeak right before she comes?”

Brodie’s fist smashed into Ben’s nose, knocking him down. He slithered to the bottom of the stairs, landing in an untidy heap at the bottom.

“Should we leave him there?” King looked at Ben’s limp form.

“Someone will trip over him and get hurt,” Harmony said with concern. “Let’s at least get him upstairs. Still got your key?”

“Yes. One second.” Saige dug her keys out of her purse. 

© 2012 Dellani Oakes