Tuesday Tales - Plaid

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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “plaid”.
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He could hear her moan as they parted.
“Duly noted,” he replied, his mouth still brushed against hers.
He watched her gaze focus on his lips for a long moment before she physically shook herself out of the daze she was in. She shoved away from his grasp. “Fuck. Do you want to get us killed?”
“Not particularly.”
“Less talking. More kicking ass.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The beauty glared at him before taking on another vampire. Ezekiel chuckled to himself before he returned to the fight himself, jacking a furry lumberjack in a plaid shirt across the chin with his fist.
It only took a few minutes but by the time it was over only Ezekiel and the mysterious ass kicker were left standing. All those lying in various stages of unconsciousness on the floor were vampires.
She thumbed towards the door without taking her gaze off the bodies on the floor. “Get out, now.”
“Not without you,” Ezekiel replied.
He watched as she slipped something out of the holster strapped to her thigh. It looked like an industrial flashlight. “Why the fuck do you care about me? You don’t even know me.”
“Not without you,” he repeated with a growl.
She glanced up at him, her eyes wider than before. She gave one quick nod. “I’m right behind you, I promise. Just go.”
He huffed as he turned on his heel and ran to the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of bright light. He hurried out the door into the pouring rain. The beauty he just fought beside was right on his heels.
She stalked across the muddy parking lot to a motorcycle a few feet from Ezekiel’s truck. He grabbed her shoulder before she could mount it.
“You can’t ride in this rain,” he shouted over the thunder.
She shrugged his hand off her. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Listen, my truck is dry.”
She glanced at it. “Right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We get in your truck and what?” She gestured to the sky. “Talk about the weather?”
“I just don’t want you to wipe out and have those assholes in the bar wake up and have you as a snack.”
She shook her head. “That won’t be happening.”
“Why’s that?”
She didn’t answer. She took a step from him and gripped her handlebar.