He swore beneath his breath at the tugging sensation that gave him a quick pinch of pain along the stitches. Fucking temperature spike. He’d have been out of here if it’d happened just a few hours later.He hiked up his pajama pants as he eased to his feet. At least his bare ass wasn’t hanging out...
He’d thrown on a shirt and slid his feet into deck shoes, but the smell of grill smoke still clung to him. His knee bobbed in a nervous jig, and he stretched his leg out to stop it.He glanced at his watch again. Five minutes later than the last time he’d checked. Sam and Joy had disappeared behin...
The words exploded from him as he slammed the door to the cabin. This was his dig. His. And that damn bitch was taking it over.How had she known the chamber was there without a survey? How?The Ogham on the stones might have told her—if she could read it. But she had no training in linguistic arch...