He slipped his hand inside the tough leather glove, waiting for his falcon to return. Tipping a glance over his shoulder, he eyed the new woman at his back. Raising her hand from his chest he licked his tongue between her fingers, sucking one into his mouth. Brian felt her hand slide over his groin gripping him through his pants.Morgan stepped from behind Brian, slipped on a glove then extended her arm as the bird of prey swooped in landing on her leather-clad arm. Brian eased the bird onto his arm. Placing him on the perch, he tied the lead to the bird’s leg before replacing the falcon’s leather cap.As the handler stepped up and took the bird away, he spoke to the woman in his arms. “Time is running out. I had to change plans.”“Did she keep the money?” his guest asked coldly.“Sent it back,” he said.“And you let her come out here? She'll screw this up. I just know it.” He tensed at her accusing tone, clutching a hand to her chin.He shook his head, getting close to her face.
