The Pleasure Seekers

“Christ, it’s hot,” she said.

“Tell me about it. I’d take a hundred and twenty degrees in the desert heat of Afghanistan over this any day.”

She looked at him. “Me, too.”

They fell silent. Jason quietly cursed himself. He hadn’t meant to inspire thoughts of Dari, but he was sure that’s where her mind had wandered. If he had any doubt, all he had to do was watch her take out her cell and check it before frowning and putting it back in her pocket.

They’d all been supplied with lunch rations, modified MRE—meals ready-to-eat—that were fresher and a little more appetizing, but just as safe and portable. He took his out and offered it to Megan. She stared up at him.

“Thanks, but I have my own.”

Her curious gaze made him look the other way, even as he tore open the package. Of course she had her own. What the hell was he thinking, offering her his?

He wasn’t sure what was happening here, but he’d better snap out of it before Megan started thinking something was up.

Problem was, something was up. Big-time. Last night he’d woken up in the middle of the night with a massive hard-on…and it had Megan’s name written all over it.

He was relieved when Dominic popped up some twenty yards to his right and headed in their direction.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against a tree on the other side of Jason.

They answered in kind and all three ate in relative silence.

“There’s still so much ground we’re missing,” Megan said quietly, tucking away the wrapper from a piece of cheddar.

Dominic said, “We could have organized the volunteers lined up outside the sheriff’s office.”

“In this weather? We would have ended up searching for half of them.” Jason shook his head. “It was just as well the sheriff sent them to the mall and other public venues where they could keep an eye out but stay out of the elements.”

“Besides,” Megan added, “in cases like these, untrained individuals haven’t a clue what they’re looking for. Shortly into a search of this nature, they generally stop paying attention and are more at risk of accidentally trampling evidence than finding any.”

“Which is why we’re here.”

Dominic took a deep breath. “We getting paid for this?”

Megan and Jason shared a look.

“You are,” Megan said.

“And the company will if we deliver results.”

Essentially that was the deal they’d struck with the sheriff’s office. From what Jason understood, they had a matching guarantee from the federal government by way of Lincoln’s FBI friend…all on the down low, of course.

Of course, that actually depended on whether or not they found the girl.

Megan pushed up off the tree and stashed her wrappers in her pockets.

“I’m heading back out. See you on the other side…”

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