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He brushed the tears off her cheek and cupped her face in his hands. Lowering his mouth to hers, he gently kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and then ran them up his bare back earning her a low growl.

"Four fucking years."

She looked at him and stifled a laugh. "Richard B. Riddick…are you pouting?"

"Fuck I am! I'm pissed. Last time I don't take what I want."

She held his face between her hands so he would look at her. "Count yourself lucky. I would have been a guilty wreck for a good while after leaving him and then there's Randy. If you were determined to fly around, he would have had to come with us. I would have insisted."

He thought for a minute about her mouth, then his, then them both together. "I get it. I have enough dealing with your fucking mouth. He's just as bad if not worse. The two of you together?" A shiver ran down his back at the thought.

"Ass. Personally, I think it would have been rather ironic." He gave her a befuddled look. "You dumped me off at fourteen. He would have been fourteen when you came back for me. No getting around it, you would have had to raise a teen."

"Not the same and you know it."

"Guess you're right. Not like he would have been trying to wrap his arms around you and snuggle in your lap any chance he got."

Riddick couldn't prevent the picture of Randy in his lap and a sour look settled on his face. "I don't ever want that damn picture in my head again!"

"Serves you right for pouting." He got her in the ribs and she jerked. "Ok, ok."

Smiling, he pulled her into his embrace once again and simply held her. He stroked her hair and she lightly ran her finger over his back and they remained like that for a few minutes , enjoying the intimacy of holding each other. Although neither could see the other's face, they both wore very contended smiles. Riddick never was a 'touchy feely' kind of guy. Taking time to hold a woman the way he was holding her had never been his thing. Then again, before her, there never had been anyone he wanted to hold like this. She had forced him into hugging when she lived with him. That was the way she grew up and Riddick never had a chance to argue otherwise. Kind of difficult to argue anyway when an eleven year old wraps her arms around you and refuses to let go until he did the same. Holding onto her when she had a nightmare was one thing, but hugging in daylight took longer to get used to, but he had and came to expect it from her...until their relationship had begun to change, then he missed it. Really missed it and it wasn't until that moment that he realized how much.

"Riddick?"

"Hm?"

"Will you do me a favor?

"And that would be…"

"Shave your face."

He looked at her and he stroked his goatee. "What's wrong? I thought you liked it."

"I do. But the hair, contacts, and goatee are Ragin. Not that I'm complaining. Obviously I liked them well enough to let you have your way with me. But I've got the bald…well, shaved head, shined eyes, and I'd like the cleanly shaved face to go with it."

"If I knew you wouldn't annoy me to death, I wouldn't do it." He reluctantly led her go and turned to head to the bathroom. When he didn't hear her following him, he stopped. "What, you're not going to watch?"

"Absolutely not. I don't want to spoil it. But I need to bring you something. " She ran to his closet and found his signature black tank top, the kind she was used to seeing him in, and handed it over.

He held it in his hands for a second. "You want me to put a shirt ON?"

Her eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. "I always thought you looked sexy as hell in those black tanks. I'll be in the gym."

He shook his head and went to work. Twenty minutes later he had shaved not only his face but his head, too. He rubbed his smooth scalp and smiled at his own reflection. It had been a hell of a long time since he had looked like himself.

"Let's go see if this meets with her approval."

She heard him coming and her smile got even bigger when she saw him. Now that's Riddick. God I missed him.

She ran and literally jumped on him and he caught her. Not wasting any time, she ran her hands over his now smooth scalp and skin, all the time wearing a grinning ridiculously.

"Welcome back Big Evil."

She kissed his bald head and then her lips made their way over his smooth face and then down to his mouth. She was about to kiss him and stopped, teasing him. He growled and pulled her head down to his and their mouths met in a hungry kiss. He walked her out of the gym, holding her, and just as he was turning the corner to head to his room she braced her hand against the wall to stop him.

"Jack, the bed is that way."

She heard the desire clouding his voice and she almost gave in but her hunger won out. "But the galley is that way."

He put her down and gave her a painful look. "Tell me you're not fucking hungry."

"Sorry, but I'm starving. You at least had some food that I brought you. All I had was beer and peanuts."

He started tugging her back to his room. "We can eat later."

Grabbing the front of his shorts by the waistband a devilish smile crossed her face. "Actually…I wasn't planning on leaving your bed once I got in it."

He cocked an eyebrow and threw over his shoulder. "Whatever heats up the fastest is what you're gettin' and nothin' more."


However, they spent the next hour eating and hitting the highlights of what they had been doing for the past eight years. Then they started talking about Chronus.

"I have to be honest with you. When I sat down next to you at the bar I compared you to yourself."

"This oughta to be good."

"I don't know about good. Definitely weird. There was something about you that was familiar. I guess just your build and the way you carried yourself. I remember thinking that the hair, eyes, and goatee were all wrong to start off with. Like you would ever grow hair. Then the clothes…so not you and to top it off, you wouldn't have been caught dead in a dance club. That was enough to set Ragin apart from you. Hey, come to think of it, why the new look? As far as the universe is concerned, Richard B. Riddick is dead."

"Tell that to money hungry mercs."

"Really? I figured you'd get picked up at some point and time but once they found you were Arad that they would back off."

"They didn't. Fucks were coming after me even up to a year later. Finally got sick of their shit and changed the look."

"I'm sorry. I didn't think about that when I shaved your head. We'll have to be careful with you out there since I just ruined it, huh?"

"Should be long enough. Were you fucking with me when you named me Arad? Warrick I could deal with but Arad?"

"Arad was my father's name, but I looked it up and it can mean wild ass or dragon so I thought it fit regardless."

"Stuck my foot in that one."

"It's okay. I was kinda fucking with you though since I knew you probably wouldn't like it." She gave him a grin like she had done something. "And your last name Warrick means warrior."

He sat there for a minute putting two and two together. "So let me get this straight. You named me wild ass warrior?" She smiled and shrugged and he grinned despite himself.

"Why did you renovate the entire ship except for my room?"

He shrugged. "Thought about throwing it out, but you had left a lot of stuff you liked."

"Oh? But you could have just boxed my things up and sent them to Iman." She was prodding him because she knew there was more to it and she wanted him to admit why he had kept her room intact.

He didn't take to being pushed and tried to get her to end it. "Jack. I just didn't."

She leaned forward with her head propped up on her hands. "Why?"

"You're fucking pain in the ass."

She just smiled at him then smirked. "You know I want an answer."

He gave her a dirty look for throwing his own words back in his face. "If it gets you off my damn back?"

"Promise."

"I wanted it kept that way."

"That's…really…." Riddick prepared himself for one of her usual smart ass remarks. "Sweet." Her smile was genuine and he relaxed, but was still unsure whether he liked being called sweet or not. "I'm just glad you did. I'd hate to think how long it would have taken us to get to this point had you not kept my things."

"Kills me that you didn't find out on Chronus."

Curiosity got the better of her. "How would I have found out there?"

"Randy."

"Randy? What the hell does he have to do with this?"

"When I gave him the part, I introduced myself to him and he did the same. He knew my whole name but I told him I go by Ragin."

Kyra's mouth dropped open. "I told him that I gave you a new identity but I never told him what it was. He would have remembered your name, too and that would have been it. Kid remembers everything. That's twice we missed."

She got up from the table and put their dishes in the sink and began to walk out the door. He grabbed her hand before she could get too far. She turned around grinning at him. "I'll be back. I want dessert."

Five minutes later he had waited long enough and got up to search for her. He headed to the gym, but she wasn't there. Didn't see her on the bridge either. He headed toward his room and noticed the door to her old room was open. Her back was to him and she was looking at something in her hands. A predatory look came over his face.

I found my dessert.

Completely unaware that he was behind her she jumped a little when he pulled her hair back and away from her neck.

"Sorry," She turned to show him what she was holding. "I got caught up looking at these pictures of my family. I thought I had lost them."

"I kept them safe. I knew you'd want 'em one day." He took the pictures out of her hand and put them down without saying another word. With his hands at her waist he backed her up, then suddenly turned her around. She found herself slightly pressed against the wall.

"Rid-." He put his fingers on her mouth to quiet her. He had put her in this very position quite a few times over the past few days. The first time he did it, he was furious. But looking back, he could have restrained her a number of ways, most of which wouldn't have required him to touch her as he had. No, the rest of the times he pinned her to the wall was so he could feel her body pressed to his and it was a sick form of self torture every time he did it. The time for it to end was now.

He dropped his mouth down to her ear. "Jack. You're mine. You know that?"

A shot of desire laced adrenaline coursed through her and she shakily nodded her head.

He nudged her legs slightly apart and brought her arms up to shoulder height, pressing her hands flat against the wall like she was about to be frisked.

"Ragin's gone Jack. And now-." He moved his mouth to her other ear. "You're getting nothin' but Riddick."

Picking her hair up off her neck, he brought his face slowly down one side, then up the other, just drinking in her unique scent. She felt his breath on her skin, closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip to smother a moan. He slid his hands along the top of her arms until he reached her shoulders, then he smoothed them down the sides of her ribs, down her waist, and molded them over her hips until he reached the bare skin at the top of her thighs. Even when he believed she had done something to Jack, he still wanted her worse than he had ever wanted any woman and catching the spicy scent of her arousal wasn't making it easy to hold back and take things slowly.

He pressed his body firmly against hers which sent her pulse racing as his hands slowly moved toward her inner thighs. Reaching the bottom of the silk boxers, his slid a few fingers underneath the hem, toying with her. Her head fell back and she tried to bite back a cry of pleasure as she tasted a sharp burst of heat stemming from the trail of his fingers. Hearing his low, throaty growl, she pressed her hips back against him and he ground himself against her in response.

His lips skimmed across the sensitive skin of her neck, all while his hands moved over her stomach, then ribs, and up to cup her breasts. It wasn't enough and she let out an impatient sound of frustration. She pushed her hands off the wall and brought her arms around the back of his neck, turning her face up to his. He glided his hands over her breasts and she moaned from his touch. Green eyes met silver and his mouth swiftly captured hers smothering a lust-filled cry as he rolled her taut nipples between his fingers.

Turning around, she kept her arms wrapped around his neck and walked him back a few steps. She knew where the edge of the bed was and pushed his chest hard while hooking her feet behind his legs to make him fall. A brief look of surprise crossed his face as he fell back.

"Wasn't expectin' that."

"Better watch out big boy, I can be full of surprises."

She crawled over him and took his mouth back in a kiss. His hands went up the back of her legs and over her ass before pulling her down so he could grind his erection against her. Her breath hitched from the sudden feel of him pressed up between her legs. Their clothes provided little barrier between them and the mischievous glint in his eyes told her that sex with him would be different than it had been with 'Ragin.'

Sitting up, she pulled her shirt off and as she reached to unhook her bra he grabbed the back of it and broke the clasp to get it out of his way.

"That was my only one!"

"I'll buy you a hundred of 'em when we land."

His shirt went next and he pulled her against him loving the feel of her soft skin against his. She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth before reclaiming his mouth in a greedy kiss that quickly turned aggressive as she explored his mouth. Her wanton hunger awoke a side of him that had long been left unappeased, but now was ready to play. He ran his fingers up through her hair and grabbed a fist full of the silk to slowly draw back her head. He went for her neck but these weren't soft kisses. His teeth, tongue, and lips sampled her skin from her chin to her collarbone. The taste of her and the sounds she made from his touch had him raging hard and struggling to maintain control. When his mouth reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he nipped hard pulling a cry of pain and lust from her. Her nails bit into his forearms, puncturing his skin, giving him back some of what he just dealt.

A look of pure animal hunger appeared on his face as he glanced at her handiwork.

His hand still in her hair, he arched her back over his other arm, bringing her breasts up closer to him. His mouth fastened down on one just hard enough to cause her body to jerk in response. Her hands moved quickly to his head keeping him close to her. The pressure softened and he massaged her with his mouth and she welcomed the pleasure with a hungry cry for more. He moved to the other side, grazing her hardened bud with his teeth before affixing his mouth.

"Riddick!" He growled at the sound of his name as he brought her back up to take her mouth again.

She let him have his way but a minute before pulling back. She lifted herself off him and turned her attention to ridding him of his remaining clothes. She glanced up and those silver pools were watching her every move. She did not look away as she removed his shorts nor as she ran her hand over his hardened length. His body throbbing, he groaned as he pulled her back to him and buried his face in her neck. Still straddling him he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him and walked them to his bed.

He pinned her between his body and his bed when he put her down. Hooking his fingers in her boxers and panties, he made quick work getting them off and then pulled her against him, pressing the full length of his body to hers.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, running his hands over her satin skin before feverishly kissing her.

Pulling back only slightly, he picked her up by the waist and sat her on the bed. She began to crawl back on the bed and quick as lightening he was hovering over her before she moved far. Remembering what their first time together was like, the anticipation of having him again was growing unbearable. Lost to the heavenly feel of his kiss she was unaware of everything else his fingers began stroking her bundle of nerves. She gasped and twisted her body beneath his, trying to evade his torturous hand, but after seeing the wolfish smile she knew he was going to do as he pleased.

His legs were firmly wedged between hers; keeping them apart and preventing her retreat. Distracting her with a kiss he brought her arms above her head and pinned them down. She strained against his grip and screamed out of frustration, jerking her hands as his fingers tormented her.

"Dammit Riddick!! Enough is enough. I don't want your hand, I want you!"

He didn't relent though. Holding her like this provoked her anger. He knew it would and he didn't care because it excited him and rousing the fire in her is exactly what he wanted. She screamed through clenched teeth and jerked her arms as hard as she could and at the same time he released them as he drove into her body. Her fisted hands, already in motion, struck his back.

"Riddick!" Shocked, she yelled his name.

The feel of her was more amazing than he had remembered. He vented a sound of frustration behind gritted teeth as it took every ounce of control he had not to have this end soon after it had begun. Feeling her impatiently squirming beneath him he grabbed her hips to still her, which only made her move against him more. Growling he devoured her mouth, then released her hips and she bucked up, pulling him into her and firing a shot of white-hot pleasure through him. He gave in to it, pulling back and fiercely thrusting into her. She gripped him tightly and cried out in his mouth from the intense pleasure wracking her body.

Instinctively she moved with him, bringing her hips to meet his. "Harder." He heard her demand and drove himself further in her as she wrapped her legs around him. He felt her nails biting his back and he let himself go, each thrust more feral than the last, giving as much pleasure as he was taking. The tightening ache became almost painful and he fought to hold out. She soon arched beneath him as the heat flared to the point of shattering her. She screamed when she came apart and her body clenched down on him, driving him to bury himself deeper within her one last time before he was seized by his own release. Intense pleasure rocketed through him and he crushed her to him.

"God…Kyra."

He lowered his mouth to hers and they kept their arms firmly wrapped around each other. Neither spoke just looked at each other as they kissed and caressed.

Eight months and what he remembered about the feel of her paled against what he just experienced. She was unrestrained passion and it was all for him. His need for her overtook him and he willingly let it. He had only tasted the kind contentment that he was now feeling one other time; with her on Chronus.

Jack…beautiful and she belongs to me.

Kyra, who took pride in maintaining control, had abandoned everything at his first touch and savored every second. She hardly recognized herself and she loved it. This was her…finally her and it took this man that she had loved for years to bring it out. Love? She tried to deny it for a moment but knew in her heart that she had given herself to him completely in every way and for her there was no turning back.

Kyra caressed his face with her hands and looked in his eyes. He said before that he could read her eyes and this was one message she didn't wish him to miss because she wasn't yet brave enough to say it.

But Riddick did recognize it. He had seen it before in her eyes but never this intently. His own heart raced for a moment silently accepting what she was offering him. His response was in his soft, slow kiss and she felt it. She accepted that he may never say it out loud, but in her heart she knew what she meant to him.


Next morning

Riddick began to wake up. He was a bit disoriented at first, then felt the heat and the softness of a woman's body spooned against his.

JACK!

Yesterday's events came flooding back to him and he smiled. His lenses weren't in so he couldn't see her the way he wanted. He quietly crept from the bed to find his case and retrieve them. He was crawling back in when he looked down at her and saw scattered bruises and marks on her body. He knew he had been rougher with her than he had before, but was concerned he hurt her and didn't remember it. She never said he was hurting her and they had been together several times after that. Still, he hated seeing marks on her that he put there, especially bruises.

Kyra was slowly waking up but not yet fully conscious. She felt incredibly warm the entire night and wasn't ready yet to wake up. A sudden draft of cool air went down her back. She shivered and turned over, grabbing at the covers and pulled them down hitting something hard. She almost panicked. Her eyes flew open for a second then shut after seeing a smooth hard chest in front of her. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, her mind still very groggy.

Riddick!

She smiled, wondering if he was still asleep and if she could catch him by surprise while he was on his back.

Riddick was laying there, not touching her with his arms crossed over his chest thinking about her and what had happened yesterday. She turned towards him and grabbed the covers bringing them down hard and struck his arm. She didn't wake up.

You turned into a sound sleeper, Jack.

He went back to his own thoughts, closing his eyes and that's when she struck. She jumped on him and straddled his stomach.

Shit, she's pissed.

Expecting to feel her fists on him he tensed. After jumping on him, she bore her weight down on his crossed arms.

Ok, this will do me about 2 seconds worth of good, but what the hell.

He looked straight up at her and she had this incredibly serious look on her face. Then she spoke to him in a husky voice.

"What's my name?"

He looked confused.

"What's wrong? Need your hearing checked?"

She's fuckin' with me. A sense of relief flooded through him and then he looked at her. He had a beautiful, naked woman straddling him. He remembered the first time she had done this when he pissed her off, but this was entirely different.

Her arms were pushing down on his. Fat lotta good that'll do you, princess but I'll play along. Her arms were partially covering her breasts but he could see enough…enough to get him aroused. Stop…this is her game.

"I'll ask you again. What's my name?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Kyra?"

"Wrong answer. Should've said Jack. I'll give you one more chance though and you better get this one right. Who do you belong to?"

You fucking kidding me? You know that answer, princess. He said nothing.

"Not talking?" She reached her hand back behind her and found what she was looking for running her fingers over his length and to her surprise finding him already aroused. She played for a half a minute more and then stopped. He growled at her and started to move his hands but she popped one hard.

"No!"

She trailed a finger down his chest, then ran it along his stomach down the inside of one of her legs, then the other. She kissed his chest and slid herself lower on his body not expecting to feel a jolt of pleasure hit her when she did. Keep it under control. "Who do you belong to?"

He groaned, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw. She's aroused…I can smell it. Fuck…she's killing me.

"Look at me."

He opened his eyes and she slid back even further. She could feel him struggling, his hands fisted at his side and her own pulse was racing playing this little game. It was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing her by the waist and putting an end it right now. Never taking her eyes away from his, she moved back again until she was crouched right over him.

"I'll ask you one last time. Who do you belong to?" She lowered herself just enough to brush their flesh together and he growled.

Game over! "YOU!" He went to grab her by the waist.

"Right answer." But she was faster and impaled herself on his length just his hands touched her. "Oh God!" Her head fell forward and she braced herself against his chest. She had felt very full with him inside her before but sitting on him was a whole different feeling entirely. She raised her body up and went back down and heard him suck in his breath. His hands went to her hips to help her find a rhythm.

Insatiable witch!

He loved watching her. She looked wild. Her tousled bed hair was everywhere, covering most of her face, brushing across his chest when she leaned forward, driving him insane. She ground into him and he groaned. Kyra had no idea the kind of power she would feel taking him like this. She didn't know where she had expected her game to go, but this went far beyond.

I'm already about to…No! Slow it down. Not yet!

She heard him growl beneath her and smiled, thrilled to know that she could drive him as crazy as he drove her. "Put your hands on me."

He brought his hands up to her waist. She was impatient and in no mood to be polite because of it.

"Not there!" She hissed. She grabbed his hands, placing them on her breasts and squeezing. "Here!" He brushed his thumbs across them and she let out a pleasured cry, quickening her pace.

My hellcat! Fucking hot! Riddick knew she wouldn't last much longer…neither would he.

She pushed her hair up, over, and off of her face. Sitting up further she grabbed a hold of his hands on her breasts and leaned against them. Her release was coming.

He watched her face intently wanting to see her when she came.

Her eyes flew open. She ground into him hard and threw her head back when it hit her and cried out. Her body jerked and she let go of his hands before almost falling against his chest.

Beautiful. He grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her, not needing much before his own release took him over and swearing at her when it did.

"God damn witch!"

He immediately pulled her tightly against him and held her there while they both regained their breath.

He heard her chuckle and curiosity got the better of him. "Laughing? You know how to hurt a man's ego."

She bit his neck playfully. "I'm laughing at what you called me. A god damn witch?"

"Yes, and you are one. Been one since you were, what, eleven? You've done something to me…something evil."

She leaned away from him and cocked an eyebrow. "I don't see you suffering. I don't hear you suffering."

He tapped his stomach. "You've got me tied in knots." He pulled her hand back and took one finger. "Around this finger." He sucked it in his mouth. "You've got to be some kind of witch to get a man my size around this."

Her own heart was running like crazy. You've been feeling like me then. "Hmmm….sounds like a serious problem…how can I help?"

Just keep me in knots, I like it. He rolled her over on her back, lying on her. "Dunno. Maybe I'm a lost cause."

She hugged him tightly. "Never. By the way, good morning."

He moved off her and sat up. "Will I get woken up like that every day?"

Everyday? I like the sound of that. "Uh-uh. Can't have you getting spoiled."

He was silent for a minute. "I put bruises on your arms."

"Yes, you did. And don't forget that you bit me here and here. I enjoyed every minute of it, too. By the way…you didn't go unscathed. Look at your arms and you should go look at your back in the mirror."

He got out of bed and she enjoyed watching him walk to the bathroom naked. She followed him in to see his reaction. He had turned around looking at his back and looked back down at her with a crooked smile.

"Guess I wasn't the only one playing a little rough."

"I give as good as it's given…or at least try to. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pee."

"What I can't watch?"

"Pervert! Go!"

After showering together and finishing breakfast he looked at her and grinned and then got up to put his dishes in the sink. Little Jack turns out to be an insatiable hell cat. Who woulda thought?

Kyra saw his grin and came to stand next to him after he had sat back down. "Spill it. Why are you grinning like you snatched a cookie and didn't get caught?"

He backed his chair up and pulled her into his lap. Perfect fit. "Just thinkin' about how I never would have though my Jack would grow up to be an insatiable little hell cat."

She looked shocked. "Insatiable? Hellcat?"

"Hell yes! I thought I had a healthy appetite and yes, you are aggressive in bed…I have the scratches to prove it, remember?"

"Oh those. By the way…you've been calling me Jack all the time except for when we were in bed. Why?"

"You can't guess why?"

She smirked. "Like anyone is going to hear you call out what should be a man's name in bed."

He got very serious all of the sudden. "Jack… not sure how to ask and I assumed up until now that you had taken care of it."

"What?"

"Birth control?"

Her face fell. "That's not something we'll ever need to worry about." He took her face in his hands seeing that something was wrong and she knew he would want to know. "I can't have kids. Ever."

He saw the disappointment on her face. "How do you know?"

"I started having some pretty intense pains two years ago, like cramps. In the same area where they usually are but much worse. They did some tests and found tumors on my ovaries."

"Cancer?"

"No. I was lucky. But they had to do surgery to cut them out. I only have a part of one left. They highly doubt the tumors will return but they said my chances of conceiving were the same as if I was on birth control."

"Shit Jack."

She accepted his sympathy although she didn't miss the fact that he was relieved. "It's okay. I've had time to come to terms with it." She kissed him lightly. "Jumping topics, I really need to let Grant and Randy know I'm not at the mercy of a merc. That I'm safe."

"Go ahead, but be careful what you say. We don't know if they can access your messages or not."

Kyra laughed. "You forget who you're talking to. Randy and I code our communications. It's encrypted as hell and only he and I know how to crack it."

He poked her in the ribs a couple of times until he got a scream out of her. "Why I didn't recognize you when I did this on Chronus I'll never know. That shriek of yours is very unique."

"Last you heard me I was thirteen? At twenty-two, you were more interested in where your hands were going than paying attention to my shrieks." She felt his thumb graze the underside of her breast and she grabbed his wrist. "Behave."

"That's my line."

"Speaking of. You pointed to me and told me to behave when we were in your hotel room. You used to say that to me all of the time so I just reacted out of habit and snapped to for a moment. It caught me so off guard that I thought you must be channeling Riddick because you were the only one who could get that kind of reaction out of me."

"So you were thinking of me."

"Yes, but usually the thoughts weren't that flattering. It was the annoying things that reminded me of you." He frowned at her. "What? I never reminded you of me?"

"Actually yes, you did. That damn mouth of yours, the way you would push me and get the last word in. Used to irritate the hell out of me the way you could get under my skin and go at me. Your mouth sure as hell hasn't improved." Kyra gave him a big grin. "It's gotten worse."

"I could almost always get the last word on you even as a kid. You always did hate that didn't you?" He eyed her. "Hey, I can't help it if you couldn't keep up. What is it they say about age…it dulls the mental capacities?"

"That's IT! You're ass is mine!"


And who wouldn't want him saying that to you? Love to hear your comments as always!