Quincy Down Under (a Montana Bounty Hunters short story) by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-07-29T16:00:00+00:00

Quincy stood to the side as Reaper and Hook asked Tamara questions about Clay Horner’s time with her. He could feel the occasional accusatory glances aimed his way from his two fellow bounty hunters. But he didn’t give a rat’s ass what they thought about the fact he’d lost Horner’s trail and hadn’t already gotten a description of Tamara’s car and plate number.

He was sure the men knew exactly what had happened during the time he’d been trapped inside the bunker with the pretty beautician. He figured he’d get his ass reamed over the incident, but again, he didn’t give a shit.

His buddies had interrupted their conversation, just when he’d gotten to the bottom of what was bothering Tamara. He was pissed. At them. At her. Did she really think he fucked anything with a pussy? He liked her.

Then another thought slithered through his mind. Maybe she didn’t want anything more than what they’d already shared.

“We’re finished here,” Reaper said, his tone a little loud.

That pulled Quincy out of his funk.

“You ready to hit the road?” Reaper asked, giving him a frown.

Quincy nodded. “I’ll just a need a minute.”

Hook coughed. “We’ll be outside. Just to make sure you don’t have any problems with that door again.”

Quincy gave him a glare, not looking at Tamara again until the two men exited the bunker. Then he gave her a glare. “I need your business card.”

She snorted. “Why? You decide you need a haircut?” She reached out for a card from her table then held it out to him.

His arm shot out and snagged her waist. He pulled her against his chest.

Breathless, she glanced up at him, her eyes wide.

Slowly, he lowered his head. He kissed her, giving her a silent promise she might not be ready to hear. Wait for me. I’ll be back.

And then he pocketed her card and moved toward the exit. When he reached the door, he wedged the cinder block securely against it, promising himself he’d bring back the parts to replace her old hardware.

Then he glanced across at her. She was touching her lips and staring right back at him.

Whistling to himself, he climbed the steps.

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