Epilogue
Spenser Reid knew the car was following him, slowly pacing him as he walked from the bus stop to his apartment. Anger surged through him. Dammit, this was … without stopping to think, he moved to confront his stalker, stepping in front of the vehicle to stop it. Later he would recognize how testosteronally stupid that move was. The car came to a halt just brushing his trousers. The driver side window lowered.
"Hmmm."
His tirade about being stalked died in his throat as his jaw dropped slightly. "Jett?" He moved over to the driver's side of the vehicle.
Jett Tesuque smiled up as him. Wrap around style sunglasses hid her eyes from him, but he could sense the up and down traverse of her look. "Hello," she greeted him, the word like honey on her tongue. "How's life?" She opened the door and stepped out, letting him get a good look at the light silk sheath dress she wore, her high heels bringing her almost to his height.
"I .. uh .."Reid found himself without out words as Jett stepped forward and leaned in to kiss him, her arms around his shoulders, pulling him against her. Her tongue traced his lower lip before heading in for a deeper taste. He responded by wrapping his arms around her and returning the pull.
Jett chuckled. "Mmmm. Any closer and you're going to be inside me," she whispered in his ear. The breath and the comment made his color rise. "Love a man who can blush," she added. He could hear the mischief in her voice. "I hear you have some leave time coming," she purred.
His answer was a slightly disjointed nod as he looked into her eyes. He was agreeing to spend his leave with a functioning psychotic. His brain was having fits. His body was telling his brain to shut the fuck up, this was a one in a million chance. Her mouth found his and made a wordless explanation of just why he should throw caution to the winds and accept her invitation. They were headed to the airport before he pulled himself together enough to call in to request leave.
"A couple of weeks," he finished up his request. "I have the opportunity to visit another country," he explained. What country? "Mongolia. I'll be just outside Ulan Bator." he finished. The request was granted before the flight to San Francisco boarded.
A short time later Hotchner looked up from his reading with a quizzical look. His companion looked at him curiously. "It's Reid. He's taking a vacation."
"Good for him," the older man responded. "Where's he going? Silicon Valley?"
"Ulan Bator. Something about yurts," Hotchner replied with a faint smile.