‘Well, I had my mind out of the gutter until you said something.’ He gave me a light chuckle. ‘I would apologize for my influence if I could, b...ut I would be lying if I said that I didn’t mean to get your mind in the gutter.’ Sitting up a little bit, I leaned backward into Thomas’s arms and sighed heavily. ‘Honey…’ I mumbled. He kissed my cheek lightly and began to move his hands around my shoulders. My skin began to prickle with goose bumps as his fingers just barely moved over my skin. Occasionally she would raise it to her lips and savour the deep richness of its flavour. Like the wine Lyndsay had allowed herself to develop into who she was rather than become available too early, had matured from through a rose to a full red as it were.There was a sound behind her and she felt someone moving closer. But it was now noon and the pub tables were starting to fill for the lunchtime rush. A bottle of Red Zinfandel appeared on the table beside her glass, a tall glass of clear. Those damned carnivores were stubborn enough to want to attack us even when they had gaping holes in their sides. I attribute that to them having brains too small to know when their bodies were dead. It took at least two of the slugs to put down a Utahraptor, and the explosive crossbow bolts didn't do any better. It's a good thing that we did not have to bring the ballista into play—its size makes it too awkward for use in a fight against any of the raptors, big or small.We rode up close to a. Regan pulled the machine from the box and plugged it into a nearby wall socket. She read the instructions aloud and followed them exactly. 1. Plug in Unit2. Turn on Unit3. Let Unit build up charge4. Sit back and get ready to meet your GhostI found myself feeling sorry for the girl. Like perhaps it was my fault that she had gone off the deep end. That's when I felt it, an odd pulsing sensation. Almost like a twitching nerve in your leg. But since I didn't really have a leg anymore I knew it was.