"How does she taste?"
The words fell on Terry's ears like a gentle caress. He found himself analyzing the kiss he had just shared with Alice Bowman. "She tastes like summer wine, honey and…"
"And?"
"Fuck you," Terry growled as he pulled himself out of his thoughts. He had been so distracted by Alice that he had walked right into one of Dino's traps. He spotted Dino leaning against the wall of the garage dressed in his fatigues smoking a cigarette.
"Not right now, pal," Dino purred as he put out his cigarette. "We got a rescue operation to mount."