Beatrice laughed and had to muffle her mouth in her dashiki to hide it. She almost missed the first instruction.
“Beat, your ass.” Was one of the compliments that Frank had paid her the very first time they’d made love in the woods on that Georgia night at FLETC. It had been in an awed, breathy whisper, the memory of which could heat her blood even now. He’d made a real thing about cupping her behind in those powerful hands of his to pull her against him. No question about the authenticity of this message.
And he’d also told her to that they had to “beat their asses” if this was going to work. Time to move fast.
Start where Bruce fought the second time, the time after the tower.
Sam Green started to ask her what that meant, but she shushed him so that she could listen. She started to
