No One But You. Carly Bishop

the pleasure welling up inside him.

      They lay together for nearly an hour. Her back ached, and she begged a massage. He kissed her nape after she had managed to roll over, then applied his hand to the task of easing the twinges in her lower back.

      They must have looked asleep to Christo. From the door came his best shot at a whisper. “Dad! Dad!”

      Garrett sat up thinking this was it. “It’s okay, Christo-man. Mom’s awake. What is it?”

      “Uncle Matt. It says Go! and something else.” He launched himself across the room and onto the bed. “What’s it say, Dad?”

      Garrett looked over his son’s shoulder at the digital display and then at Kirsten who struggled to sit up as well. “You were right, Christo. It says, Go! It says, Going live, arrival at Bar 0 by 0800.”

      Kirsten swallowed. Garrett nodded grimly over Christo’s head. Things had already gone awry, and the danger to Matt was multiplied a hundred times.