09-17-2014, 06:39 AM
This strange ache in his chest. Was it indigestion? Breakfast had been questionable, after all.
Natalie's voice stopped him. He turned toward her as she emerged from the room. Jacques was no where in sight. Meaning she'd left him behind. The fancy french CEO, powerful guy in Africa, charming irresistible grin? For Jay. His inner hero of high school stifled a grin.
The throbbing in his leg became a buzz of distraction. Pain? Yeah, he supposed you could call it that. But it was peripheral: a sunset to a sniper.
He hobbled back to meet her half way. As he did, a lopsided grin tugged one corner of his mouth, betraying him, before he smothered it back behind a veneer of callous, intimidating, professional soldier-type. God she had incredible eyes.
"That means I've saved you twice, now. You know I'm trained to kill bad guys, not save damsels in distress. Your Mister Danjou might get worried."
The emphasis on 'your' was carefully balanced between teasing and testing. Honestly, what kind of girl could resist someone like Jacques when he turned it on full blast? Nobody, right? But that didn't mean Jay didn't have a fighting chance. He was the one with the wounded leg. And a kitten.
A dying man uses every weapon in reach.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Sep 17 2014, 06:40 AM.
Natalie's voice stopped him. He turned toward her as she emerged from the room. Jacques was no where in sight. Meaning she'd left him behind. The fancy french CEO, powerful guy in Africa, charming irresistible grin? For Jay. His inner hero of high school stifled a grin.
The throbbing in his leg became a buzz of distraction. Pain? Yeah, he supposed you could call it that. But it was peripheral: a sunset to a sniper.
He hobbled back to meet her half way. As he did, a lopsided grin tugged one corner of his mouth, betraying him, before he smothered it back behind a veneer of callous, intimidating, professional soldier-type. God she had incredible eyes.
"That means I've saved you twice, now. You know I'm trained to kill bad guys, not save damsels in distress. Your Mister Danjou might get worried."
The emphasis on 'your' was carefully balanced between teasing and testing. Honestly, what kind of girl could resist someone like Jacques when he turned it on full blast? Nobody, right? But that didn't mean Jay didn't have a fighting chance. He was the one with the wounded leg. And a kitten.
A dying man uses every weapon in reach.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Sep 17 2014, 06:40 AM.
Only darkness shows you the light.