He went for his .38 snub-nose revolver, his fingers just touching the cool metal when James said in his all-business tone, “She’s gone.” Stone removed his hand from beneath his pillow, leaving behind his favorite relic weapon. He tossed back the covers, and nudged Missy’s shoulder without looking at her. “Time to go.” Using his other hand, he dragged his fingers through his hair, loosening the tangles from his bed-head. His abrupt command didn’t seem to bother the woman beside him. Bare-assed naked, Missy made a show of stretching. He wasn’t sure if the display was for him or James, but Stone didn’t much care. “Had fun, lover,” she said mid-stretch. They’d had a lot of fun the last couple of evenings, but last night had been about getting Mack Ellason out of his head. For all the good it’d done him since the termagant remained lodged heavily on his mind. At least the sex hadn’t been about getting the ghost of his wife off his mind. That was a first in eight years.
