Chapter Seventeen
Keaton couldn’t stop rubbing at his bottom lip. The taste of Brenda, his wife, still lingered there long moments after he’d released his hold on her. In his mind, he rearranged every plan he had to date. Now, written in black ink at the top of his master plan, was to have more of her as soon as possible, as often as possible, as long as possible.
"We have a problem," said Grizz.
Keaton was used to hearing those four words in his former line of work. Nothing ever went exactly according to plan on a mission. Typically, when someone said that phrase, his ears went alert. His mind would start buzzing as he mentally made alterations to his plans.
His mind buzzed, all right. But it was more like butterflies flitting around in his head. He wondered what his wife would wear t
