Her mouth went dry and her pulse jumped into fight or flee, run for your life mode. An airplane from the local air force base rumbled by, shaking the walls. The next she looked up and saw a cast-iron rooster tumble from the story above, headed directly for Con. She’d lost Jack once. She wasn’t letting a rooster bean Con or Jack, or whoever he was, to death. Not on her watch. She jumped out of her chair, threw herself at him with the full force of her 105 pounds, and knocked him on his back. He grabbed her, pulling her down with him. She landed breathing hard as she straddled him, her hair tumbling down around her face. The breathing hard wasn’t just from the scare. She hadn’t straddled a man like this since before Jack left for Ciudad del Este and was blown up. Con rose to the occasion. She felt his arousal through his jeans. She thought about Jack, the passionate way he made love to her and purred. She’d give anything to hear him purr again.
