Her Master Defender (The Masters Men Series) by Kerns Sandra S

Author:Kerns, Sandra S. [Kerns, Sandra S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-08-24T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Copper stretched arching her back before flipping on the light switch. She’d developed the roll of film she’d finished shooting just before the jerks tried to break into her house. Since that one had been half done before the guy tried to get her camera at the benefit she reasoned it was more likely whatever they were after was on that one.

She glanced at the prints she’d hung on strings over the bathtub. There were several with the man she’d seen on Dos’ computer. No one else jumped out at her as being out of place. Hopefully Dos would recognize someone so that spending the last, she glanced at her watch, forty-five minutes in here hadn’t been a complete waste of time. She knew where she really wanted to be.

A smile curled her lips as memories from being with Dos flooded her mind. A flush rushed over her entire body. Heavens, there was something about him that made her want to cuddle up and forget the rest of the world. With one roll of film done she decided to see if she could convince him to do that. She knew nothing would happen; he was too worried and too honorable to risk it. But being held by him had felt so perfect she wanted to feel it again.

Picking up her empty coffee mug, she opened the main door to the bathroom. She stepped into a silent main room. Figuring Dos was hole-up in his office she started toward the kitchen. Maybe she’d have more coffee before debating with Major Masters again. A whine pulled her attention down the hallway. Kismet lay with his nose at the bottom of one of the doors there. His tail swished every now and then before he would whine again. She called to him. He glanced at her, but didn’t leave his post. Obviously, Dos had taken priority in Kismet’s world. There was no one else he had ever taken to as fast. Not that Copper blamed him. She couldn’t resist the guy either.

Copper walked over and rubbed Kismet’s head. “Traitor,” she whispered before kissing his head. She reached up to knock on the door. Before her knuckles connected she heard a painful groan from inside the room. Worried Dos was having another attack she forgot about knocking and burst in.

She stared in paralyzing shock. Dos sat on an exercise table with weights strapped around his injured leg. “What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes popped open as his leg fell back down.

“Get out,” he growled and lifted the weight again.

Copper ignored his command, pushed the door closed so Kismet wouldn’t get inside, and crossed the room. She caught his foot half way through a downward arc. Pulling the gripper tape apart she removed the weight from his ankle while he stared daggers at her. She kept hold of his foot and probed his knee with her other hand. Glancing up she saw his clenched jaw. “Scoot back on the table.”

He glared at her and didn’t move.

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