Tom

I was distracted and irritable. If I were being honest with myself, it had absolutely nothing to do with the mission. I could care less about the punk in the house across the street. All I could think about was the girl.

Long brown hair, big brown eyes that might be just a little too big for her face, and legs for miles. She was only a few inches shorter than me, but in heels, I’d be willing to bet we would be eye level.

Mate! the voice in my head said again.

I’d all but forgotten about the woman on the street that had first caught my attention. All I could obsessively think of was the waitress.

We’d finished our breakfast and ordered another round of drinks. Leslie pulled out her knitting bag and started working on a new project as she quietly sat across the booth from me.

I stared out the window at the house, but I wasn’t really seeing it. I knew there had been someone there off and on,