The fact that the simple, two room cabin has bullet-proof walls, a state-of-the-art security system, and a high-tech panicroom hidden in the basement isn't anyone's business unless they're Rogue Operations insiders.
Hauling the bags of things I picked up in town up to the door, I punch in the code and let myself inside.
Every light in the place is on, music plays from the back bedroom, sounding tinny at the high volume on what must be Zona's cell phone speaker. The door that separates the main living space at the front of the cabin and the bedroom in the back that closes between the two bathrooms is wide open, as is the door to the bathroom on Zone's side of the space we'll be sharing until we can be sure it's safe for her to go home.
The cell phone's speaker isn't adequate to drown out the sound of the front door opening and then being shut behind me, or the heavy thud of the grocery bags when I set them on the counter of the tiny kitchenette at the front of the main area.
"Talon?"
Her voice is laced with fear, calling my name hopefully.
"Yeah, Zone, it's me."
"Oh good."
She pops her head out from the bathroom, then smiles wide when she sees the bags on the counter.
Fuck me.
Arizona emerges into full view wearing nothing but a goddamned towel.
The thing is about two inches shy of fully overlapping itself around her thick curves. Pulled tight around her top, it pushes her full tits up so the cleavage runs all the way up to her throat, pillowy mounds spilling over the edge of their terry-cloth prison.
She heads toward me, her eyes pinned on what I've brought back with me, oblivious to the way the lower edges of the towel don't even fight to stay closed, parting to show a hint of hip and soft stomach with every step she takes toward me.
The fucking towel is so short, it stops short of covering her shapely thighs and barely leaves room for imagination for what lies between them.
My imagination is very good, and working in overdrive at the moment.
"Did you go shopping?" Zona squeals delightedly as she peers into each bag, pulling out items to see what's beneath them. "Ohmygosh, thank you! I'm starving."
She seems to catch herself before she reaches to hug me, blushing furiously as she catches the edge of the towel before it gives way.
"I'll be right back," she mutters shyly before heading back to the bedroom at a near jog that makes that infernal towel bounce in time with her ass.
I grip the edge of the counter tightly, willing my dick back into compliance.
This is bad.
Arizona
Behind the safetyof the bedroom's closed door, I rifle through the available clothes in the drawers.
My backpack is still at the campsite, which is off limits as a crime scene now. Since this cabin is usually used as a safe space for women and families who are escaping abusive situations, the closet and dresser are stocked with extra clothes of various sizes.
Not much in the way of stylish and not a lot that fits me, but I find a pair of leggings in a soft, buttery fabric with lots of stretch in them that fit over my butt and don't dig in painfully at thewaist. Finding an oversize t-shirt isn't a challenge, but a bra is out of the question.
By the time I'm dressed in clean clothes that smell of laundry detergent, I feel a little less mortified about trying to hug Talon and nearly ending up naked in front of him and by the time I get my hair combed out, I'm hungry enough that I'm feeling less mortified about trying to hug Talon at all.
When Austin brought us out to the cabin, he gave us a tour of the place and explained what the cabin is used for while he pointed out some of the features that are certainly less typical in mountain cabin vacation rentals.
He and Talon then filled me in on who they are and what they do, including a brief run down on who the other guys I met today were.
A team of private security operators working for a company that specializes in helping find missing persons and get people in danger to safety.
That's how Austin described them.
Those two men who stayed with the Jeep this afternoon-- Leo and Sagan-- they've been living in Paradise Point for the last year already, after human traffickers were uncovered last summer, using the abandoned road that connects this side of the mountains to the other as a route for transport.
