On Your Mark by M. L. Buchman

Author:M. L. Buchman [Buchman, M. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jim knew it was a gamble, but he took Reese home.

“What’s this?” Reese asked as she climbed out of the Mustang. No, as she oozed out.

All the stress she’d been showing at RTC until he was afraid to touch her for fear she might shatter had fallen away during the short drive in her Mustang. If he didn’t get her out of that suit and into his bed in short order, he was the one who was going to shatter. But he knew a frontal attack wasn’t going to win the day, so he’d just follow her lead.

“Home. Not much, but I like it.” The way she’d eased down from her drive was exactly how this place always affected him. He’d sunk the money from selling his rig and being a good boy with six years of banking his Army pay to buy five acres just a half hour outside of DC and ten minutes from the Rowley Training Center.

Malcolm hopped down and ran around to see if any deer or rabbits had passed through since this morning’s run.

It had been all trees. He’d hacked an acre-sized hole right out of the middle and parked his fifth wheel along the north edge so that he looked out on the sunny yard. A small stream ran at the far edge of the wide lawn.

“Got a nice wood deck on the southern side,” he led Reese around to it. “Should be warm this time of day.”

Reese kicked one of the tires on his fifth wheel as she walked by. “This thing ever move or are you like most RV owners who should just build a damn home?”

“Every vacation and the occasional weekend. Malcolm and I like wandering the backroads. Done a whole lot of Maryland and Virginia. Thinking to start Pennsylvania next. Hoping to do the original thirteen colonies, but really see them, not just the highways I drove back in my trucking days.”

“That explains the big-ass truck,” Reese muttered to herself.

“Have yourself a sit and I’ll go rustle up some sandwiches,” he waved toward the two loungers he had out on the back deck. He’d glassed in the sides to stop any wind. He had an awning he could run out, but rarely did—he preferred looking at the sky and the stars even when it got cold.

He headed inside and Reese came in on his heels. She prowled through the place, which didn’t take long. There was the big bed up in the nose of the fifth wheel. The dividing wall that made it a bedroom had dressers below and a built-in big-screen TV above that could be spun on a swivel to face either the bedroom or the living room. One side of the living room had a two-burner cooktop, small fridge, and oven. The rig’s only pop-out was the living room, which allowed for a big sofa and a couple of lounger chairs. Toward the back was a bathroom and shower all-in-one, and a four-person dining booth that mostly served as his desk.

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