Chapter 25

I edge closer to him and clasp his bigger hand in mine. I nudge him gently with my nose at his jawline, causing him to gaze down at me. I manage to put a meager smile on his lips and warily sends one back. "Really?" He asks. "That could be a long time away. We could settle for a quickie?"  I give him a flat look. Ronnie is not amused.  "Or not," He says quickly and flashes me a grin, obviously hinting he was joking. He better be. He leans down and presses a slow and lingering kiss on my lips and then pulls away, pressing his into a thin line. "You're right. Let's go and deal with these assholes." "That's the spirit," I joke. Though this isn't really the time to joke. This isn't the time to do anything but whip some ass and/or run.  I keep his hand tightly clasped in mine as we make our way back to our miniature camp site. I immediately see Stella siting on one of the logs set up by the put-out fire and twirling the familiar gun we got