Author » Celine Chatillon. Brandi whyne book 3, p. Support this site by clicking ads , thank you! Brandi Whyne Book 3, page 2. Flatdick, do these valuable, shiny objects in your secret cargo hold belong to you or someone else? The smuggler was on the verge of suffocation. I rose shakily to my feet, slipped my arms into the robe and tied the sash about my middle before approaching my fellow pilot.
I want to thank you for rescuing me. I gave him a hug—or at least a partial hug. I kicked in the wall after we cut through the wires and stuff. My heart skipped a beat. I stole a glance at my lover, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice what John Thomas had said. His doughy features immediately turned bright pink. Clever woman.
I might have divulged it under threat of torture. At least all the noise you made covered our entrance. The wall slowly swung open. We stepped out of the secret compartment and headed for the air lock. Robin placed a comforting arm about my shoulders. He actually appeared proud of my response. He stepped back and gave my backside a pat. Too many wrongful death lawsuits against the manufacturer.
Crappy stuff made on Chynnah or Tiewuhn? He lowered his voice and motioned us close. John Thomas headed to the brig to lock up the unconscious Daro. I headed toward the cabin for a shower and then to bed for some much needed rest. It had been one very long, very hard day. Why not? Robin sighed then turned to me. You really have had some busy day, Brandi Whyne.
I think we did the nasty somewhere along the way, too. The cabin I shared with Robin not only had a bathroom with a shower, built in hot tub and a small sauna, but it had an automatic bubble bath dispenser and holo-candles.
