Free Robin and Her Merry Men by Willow Brooke Page A

biggest box in her cart along with the ginormous grandma pads that had wings big enough they could take flight to the damn moon. She wasn’t done. Just for good measure, she grabbed the great value bulk box of rain fresh douche and a pack of Midol before heading to the candy section. After three bags of mini candy bars had been selected , she made her way to the cashier.
    What she hadn’t expected was the poor young zit faced teenage boy to be the only line open. As she put the items up on the belt one by one, his eyes bulged out of his head. She had never seen groceries ru ng up so fast. He was like a cheetah on crack, zooming each item over the scanner like a gun was held to his head. It took all she had not to bu r st out laughing. Note to self — always get feminine products when in a hurry. She had her bags loaded in the car and she was pulling out before the two un -under cover dorks stepped outside.

Chapter Six
     
    Robin drove slow ly , procrastinating going home. There was no way to avoid John, which only made things worse. On one hand, she was pissed beyond words. On the other, she wanted him to rip her clothes off and fuck her happy again. Hell , she was having the hormones like she really was on her period, not knowing what she wanted. She had parked and walked up the stairs to her door when her goons finally arrived, parking across the street so obvious she was half tempted to waltz over and offer them a sandwich . If this was the security and force Mayor Nottingham had on the payroll, she knew never to call if she were in danger. She struggled to unlock the door with her load of plastic bags swaying from her arms , but finally managed to get in and get it closed before John could be spotted. He tried to take the bags from her but she refused, unloading them in a heap on the counter. He stared and watched her every move, irritating her even more. Partially because he was a prick and wanted to get under her skin, and partly because she wanted him under her clothes , his stare created a party in her pant ie s that so desperately wanted a dose of satisfaction from something that didn’t take batteries. He tried to speak but it only fueled her to ignore him that much more. “Did you make the drop?” Finally, he cut through the idiocy small talk and got to business. Whether s he wanted to socialize with him, or reverse cowgirl ride him or not was beside the point. Business was still, well, business.
    “Y e p. Got it traded and half my shopping done before the pathetic excuse of detective Gadgets even made it in the store.” She reached in her purse and took out the suitcase , counting out a small stack of bills. “Here. Here’s your cut.”
    “Thanks, ” h e s a i d as sh e tossed it on the granite in front of him . She then took the bills back into her room to secure it under lock in her hid e y - hole, just in case. There was no way anyone was getting their hands on the l oot . It was too important for so many peopl e, including…W ill. Will had been on her mind since the day she h ad left Sherwood F orest, plagui ng her dreams and consuming her thoughts during the day. Now faced with another who held the same spell over her, confusion kept her from acting rash despite the fact he was stuck under the same roof with her until the mediocre surveillance team gave up and went to bug someone else.
    Once the money was safe and hidden, she went back in the front room with a stack of blankets and a pillow and tossed them on the couch. “Bathroom is down the hall, towels in the cabinet. I laid you out a pair of sweats that should fit on the counter. Anything else just help yoursel f.”
    “Thanks.” John stared, unsure what to say. She had made it clear she wasn’t in the mood to talk, but there was no way in hell she was going to bed with things as they were between them. She stood there for a moment before finally no dding and turned to go. “Wait. Robin — ” He spun her around and kissed her, making