Tuesday
Cameron and Heath circled like the wolves that they were as Rhett and Aislen joined them at the table in the shelter of a large tree. Aislen could see some of the Celtic knotted triangle designs that decorated Rhett’s knuckles had been scratched into the wood of the picnic table.
Other than the four of them, the park was empty.
“My, my,” Cameron purred, sliding his hand over Aislen’s shoulder to her arm and sending flashes of her shirt buttons popping as he tore the shirt open, in order to expose her breasts, through Aislen’s mind. “Just look at what was hiding under that ugly f*****g jumper, Heath.” He stole Aislen’s cigarette, which had gone out, relighting it and holding it between his teeth as he leered down at her.
“We have to work,” Rhett stubbed out his cigarette onto t
