The moment before he’d let her go, Jesse had tucked something into the breast pocket of her vest. It wasn’t some sexed-up gesture, because a fighting vest was about the least sexy thing a woman could wear.
Once Hannah topped out of the arroyo and had settled into the middle position of a single-file fast trot across the sandy soil, with Ricardo leading and Anton in the rear, she remembered and slapped the pocket. Inside were two magazines of rounds for her assault rifle, and a thin stick. She pulled on it, sure that it hadn’t been there before.
The size was familiar. It was—
A Tootsie Pop. The second and final one from his mission stashes. Oh, she was going to be so good to that man later tonight, he’d never know what hit him. She unwrapped it and tucked it in her cheek. Strawberry!
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