Got something!" one of the men yelled.
"Is it Mike?" another called, rushing from our sides.
As everyone converged on the scene, Nick's voice rang out, choked with barely contained
laughter. "Forget it. It's-uh-nothing important."
"What the hell do you mean?" the first man said. "Maybe this is all a joke to you, son, but. . ."
The rest of the sentence trailed off as we burst into the clearing to find one of the searchers
bending over a ripped shirt. Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held
up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me.
"Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?"
"Oh God," I muttered under my breath.
I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a
schoolboy.
"I seeParis , I seeFrance , I see Elena's underpants," he chanted.
"Everyone's already seen much more than that," Jeremy said. "I think we can safely resume the
search."
Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in
the middle. "You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?"
"So this-uh-wasn't done by wild dogs?" one of the searchers said.
Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Nope. Just wild hormones.
"Is it Mike?" another called, rushing from our sides.
As everyone converged on the scene, Nick's voice rang out, choked with barely contained
laughter. "Forget it. It's-uh-nothing important."
"What the hell do you mean?" the first man said. "Maybe this is all a joke to you, son, but. . ."
The rest of the sentence trailed off as we burst into the clearing to find one of the searchers
bending over a ripped shirt. Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held
up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me.
"Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?"
"Oh God," I muttered under my breath.
I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a
schoolboy.
"I seeParis , I seeFrance , I see Elena's underpants," he chanted.
"Everyone's already seen much more than that," Jeremy said. "I think we can safely resume the
search."
Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in
the middle. "You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?"
"So this-uh-wasn't done by wild dogs?" one of the searchers said.
Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Nope. Just wild hormones.
( Kelley Armstrong )
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