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"Maybe it’s Warrior Thorne"

"Just git your ass over here You, too, Marguerite We heard you’d come in with Warrior Thorne You can tell us if this is him, because if it’s not, and it’s one of the Florida Militia, I’ether?"

Good question "Yes … no … not exactly We were at one tis to change Maybe this was the ether" But she felt dizzy speaking the words aloud Did she really mean it? Want it? "So I know you can’t leave the colony, but where can a girl grab a drink?"

The wolance

"Uh, just so ya know, I’ out of ht out" But as the words left her mouth, she realized that this was new territory for her Other than Grace, she’d never had girlfriends before At the same time, her freedom quest reared its head, so she added, "And I’ out of my skin I’m not exactly used to all this I’ve sort of been locked up for a while" To say the least

Brynna narrowed her eyes Jane looked at Brynna "Well," she drawled "There is a club, at the edge of town We go there soht"

"Girl’s gotta have a hobby"

At that, Marguerite smiled She really liked where this was headed "Are youabout a club that features men who move"

"Oh, yeah" Brynna’s voice had dropped about an octave "To music"

Jane swayed on her feet "And souerite closed her eyes and her body responded with a head-to-toe shiver "Now you’re talkin’" If Thorne had an objection, and he would, she would just have to make him understand that this was her choice, what she needed in her life, right now, tonight

These wolanced at Marguerite over her shoulder "Devon’s perforood Eight works for aze, and soave some really siaze was still fixed hard out the , suddenly gasped "That warrior’s kilt just flew up again Oh, ot to see him"

Brynna slid off her chair-ar out the

Jane waved Marguerite over "Coh I’uerite rose to her feet She doubted it was Thorne, since he’d intended toStill, if it was soht just have a look; she was essentially on the hunt Sort of Oh, shit, her conscience hit her all over again She ought to have at least a small sense of loyalty to Thorne But how could she explain to anyone how she really felt? She wasn’t rejecting Thorne She didn’t want to be coueritebehind Brynna She had to lean a little because Brynna was built on big lines, but, yep, there he was, her e kind of maneuver with the sword, almost in slow rouped around hi ones, too

But it was Thorne her new friends were staring at "Yep, that’s Thorne"

"I’d heard of hiorgeous"

Jane issued a soft groan "I’ve never seen a Warrior of the Blood before" She pallass "Arthur’s not too hard on the eyes, either Too bad he’s so da on so exhibition for the Militia Warriors

"No shit," Brynna rown up Oh, God, I think I uerite blinked and looked at Thorne through the eyes of to hair pulled back in the cadroen so that the sharp lines of his cheekbones stood out He had a strong face, a warrior’s face, a way of holding his head and putting his gaze on another person that commanded attention

Whenever he put his attention on her like that her knees buckled

He held a sword in his hand to show young Arthur some moves Arthur wore a weapons harness and kilt Thorne was stripped down to just his kilt and battle sandals Sweat glistened on his golden skin, his ridiculously broad shoulders, the breadth of his back As he turned to face the cabin, his nipples were hard pebbles Her breath quickened

His pecs were thick pads that she’d sucked on about a million times Was there a part of his body she hadn’t taken in her ued The kilt dipped just below his navel He had the right amount of hair on his chest and stomach She knew the line that led all the way down, one of her favorite places for the tip of her tongue

His every move flexed a new set of muscles

Time slowed

She had to ad what he did best She heard his laughter and watched as he caught Arthur playfully with his palm on the back of Arthur’s neck