Ill Take Forever

have thought a big, brave government agent would have just slept in the car at the side of the road,' she scoffed.
    'Not convalescent ones,' he said lazily. 'Otherwise, of course, I would have pushed that big SUV of yours back to the gas station, ripped off the lock with my bare teeth and filled the tank.'
    She giggled at that. 'Sure,' she jeered.
    'Doubt me, eh?'
    ‘Lucky for the gas station you are still convalescing.’
    Kyle leaned forward, letting go her hand to cradle her head as his mouth sought hers.
    Jenny gave a sigh of pure delight as her tongue met his, teased it, invading his mouth. His fingers splayed across her hair. The kiss was wonderful. Jenny lost track of time and thought. She could only feel the heavenly pleasure his mouth brought, the thrill of his touch as he moved to her cheeks, her neck, her throat. She wrapped her arms around him and held on, giving as good as she got. The warmth from his lips forced a small moan from Jenny as the heat spread through her body. Slowly she arched, wishing the arm of the chair wasn’t in her way.
    A cold, wet nose thrust its way between them.
    'Shasta, get away!' Jenny shrieked, turning her head away from his tongue as he swiped the side of her face, then began barking at this new game.
    'Damn it!' Kyle sat back, trying to fend off the dog as Shasta continued to lick, joining in on the fun.
    Jenny scrambled to her feet, laughing at Kyle's efforts now, at Shasta's prancing and barking. It was all a game to the dog.
    'Come on, big, brave drug agent, see what I found.'
    Kyle rose swiftly to his feet, coming up to take her in his arms. Pulling her roughly against him, he leaned down to kiss her once more.
    'We could continue upstairs, with the door shut on your friend,' he murmured after a long minute.
    Jenny leaned against his hard, warm body, imprinting the feel of him on her mind. She wanted to hold on to this moment, for a few seconds pretend that nothing stopped them from doing just that. But the picture in his room stopped her.
    She drew back slowly, shook her head reluctantly. She gave a tentative smile.
    'No, come on and see what I found. You'll be surprised.'
    And he was. Once he recognized it, he was all business–questioning Jenny as to where she had found it, how, and if any signs of who the field belonged to were in evidence.
    'I can show you where it is. We can explore it if you like. But I got out of there right away. I didn’t see anybody, or anything except the plants.'
    'Tell me. I'll do the exploring.'
    'I want to go,' she said stubbornly.
    'No. Tell me where it is.'
    'If you don't let me go, you can look for it yourself.' She waved her arm around her. 'You have the whole Sierra Nevada to look, so get to it.' She stormed out of the kitchen.
    'Jenny!' Kyle went right after her, stopping her in the hall, swinging her around to face him, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly. 'This is no game. The men involved in this are dangerous. They could be killers. I don't want you involved.'
    'I am involved. I'm providing cover for you. What do you think will happen if you go traipsing off by yourself? If we go together, we can... can picnic. Be having an innocent outing, if anyone should ask. I think it's safer that way.'
    Besides, I don't want you to go alone, she thought, but refused to say. She knew it was dangerous and she didn't want Kyle at risk, not now. Not until he was fit and could cope. She knew he had a job to do, and was probably used to going into danger. But it was different when he was fit. He was still convalescing, whether or not he'd admit it.
    He looked down into her face, indecision in his eyes. Jenny felt it was a new experience for him. Finally his fingers slackened a little.
    'All right, just today. We'll go on a picnic. You pack a lunch.'
    Jenny led the way, backpack on her shoulders. Kyle had argued to carry it, but she had insisted, it was hers and her size. In reality she was sparing his shoulder, but knew he was too much of a man to let her have it for that reason. He’d showered and changed before they started out, his jeans covered by a loose-fitting shirt. Jenny eyed his outfit for a moment.
    'Carrying a gun?' she asked softly.
    'Yes,' was the bit out reply.
    Kyle was not in the best of moods. He hadn’t expected Jenny to be so stubborn. The last thing he wanted was to expose her to any danger. What a stroke of luck, her finding a field so soon after he arrived. Had she not, who knew how long it would take to locate