Book

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Thought this extract from a book that is a work in progress might amuse you....


She slept. His left hand was against her bare thigh - his right hand slid down the side of the bed. His fingers so sensitive he could almost feel every thread in the sheet. Cold steel, smooth and almost silky; like the woman next to him, who was sleeping the sleep of deep satisfaction. 

His senses were heightened to an extraordinary level. Not only could he smell the muskiness of her body intermingled with that certain perfume, but there was something else, something in the house that shouldn't be there... and the odor had just reached him. Gun oil - but not from his weapon of choice

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his right hand clasped around his Glock. Moving swiftly and quietly to the part open door of their bedroom he paused....and listened. Nothing, not a sound - just the ticking of his father's clock in the hallway below. He paused a second listening to that familiar ticking sound when he realized that there was a second sound...of ticking. It almost matched the clock, but was much closer. 

As he glanced down....