"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

So silly.

Checking his watch, he was surprised to find that the feeding had been going on for an hour already. So be it. Provided his males complied with his two basic rules, he was content to let this continue: They had to remain substantially clothed, and their weapons had to be holstered with the safeties off.

That way, if the tenor changed, they could defend themselves quickly.

He was more than willing to give them the time.

After this interlude? The lot of them were going to be at their full strengthтАФand with the way things were going with the BrotherhoodтАжthey were going to need to be.





EIGHTEEN


тАЬNo. Fucking no way.тАЭ

Qhuinn had to agree with ZтАЩs read on RhageтАЩs bright idea.

The bunch of them had struggled through the woods, with Rhage bearing most of ZтАЩs weight while everyone else circled the pair, ready to pick off anything or anyone who threatened from the fringes. They were now back at the airplane hangar, and HollywoodтАЩs solution to their mobility problem seemed like a complication with mortal implications, not anything that was actually going to help.

тАЬHow hard can it be to fly a plane?тАЭ As everyone, including Z, just looked at him, Rhage shrugged. тАЬWhat. Humans do it all the time.тАЭ

Z rubbed his chest and slowly sank to the ground. After gathering his short breath, he shook his head. тАЬFirst of all, you donтАЩt know ifтАжthe damn thingтАжcan even get airborne. It probably has no gasтАжand youтАЩve never flown before.тАЭ

тАЬYou wanna tell me what our other option is? WeтАЩre still miles from any plausible pickup location, youтАЩre not improving, and we could get ambushed. Let me at least get in there and see if I can get the engine to turn over.тАЭ

тАЬThis is a bad call.тАЭ

In the quiet that followed, Qhuinn did the math himself, and glanced over at the hangar. After a moment, he said, тАЬIтАЩll cover you. LetтАЩs do this.тАЭ

Bottom line, Rhage was right. This foot-race of an evac was taking too long, and that lesser had disappeared before theyтАЩd stabbed him, not the other way around.

Had the Omega given his boys some special powers?

WhateverтАФa smart fighter never underestimated the enemyтАФespecially when one of his own was down. They needed to get Z to safety, and if that meant an airlift, so the fuck be it.

He and Rhage filed into the hangar and flicked on their flashlights. The airplane was right where theyтАЩd left it in the back corner, looking like it was the ugly stepchild of some much prettier mode of transportation that had long since fled the scene. Closing in, Qhuinn saw that the propeller appeared to be sound, and, although the wings were dusty, he could hang his weight off of them.

The fact that the door hatch squeaked like a bitch when Rhage opened the way in was less than good news.

тАЬWhew,тАЭ Rhage muttered as he recoiled. тАЬSmells like something died in there.тАЭ

Man, must have been one hell of a stinky if the Brother could differentiate it from the rest of the smell inside the hangar.

Maybe this wasnтАЩt such a hot idea.