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Grabbing a bag of frozen peas and a towel, I flopped on the sofa to ice my head. A few minutes later, Phoebe came out dressed for bed in a sleeveless tank nightshirt with a sinfully low neck. Gently, she pulled the ice to check out the bump on my head. I felt something warm slide down my spine. I couldn’t have stopped my cock from swelling if I tried.
I licked my lips. “Is that new?”
She shrugged, replacing the ice. “Newer, I guess.”
I felt a rumble of appreciation in my chest as I read the script across her breasts. I licked it so it’s mine. “I like it.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Thanks.”
Pushing her way under my arm, she snugged in so her front was to my side and her long beautiful legs were stretched alongside mine. Just that motion of stretching, her breasts straining against the material, her delicious curves on display, and I was drooling.
After cuddling for a while, she pulled me up from the sofa.
“Bedtime, baby,” she joked, taking the ice from me.
My voice was just a low growl. “Come with me.”
She tossed the ice back in the freezer and threw the towel to the counter. “Of course! You have a head injury. I’ve got to make sure you keep breathing all night.”
I sure as hell wasn’t arguing with that, so I let her snatch my hand and pull me to bed. When we snugged in, our bodies instantly entwined just like we used to. Only this time, it felt different. She felt different. More open. Her spirit lighter.
I let my thumb rub a little pattern on her shoulder. “Got what you needed in New York?”
She nodded against my chest. “Yeah, but now it feels like I have all the pieces to a giant jigsaw puzzle and I have no idea how to put them together.”
I felt a rumble in my chest. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s you.”
I felt her smile before I saw it. Propping her head up on a hand so she didn’t hurt me, she beamed up at me. “Thanks, I’m sure you will too.”
I scowled.
She winced. “The thing with your company.”
I growled. “Everything’s fine.”
She raised her chin a little. “You talked to Jamarion?”
I sighed. “He’s busy.”
She snuggled down into me again.
Snapping off the light, I listened to our breathing. The way it synced. The way it blended. This was what we were supposed to be. This felt right. I knew I was a bastard the last few weeks because I missed her. But now that she was back in my arms where she was supposed to be, the world felt right again. And the feeling she disapproved of what was happening with the company vanished the longer I held her and sleep took me under.
16
PHOEBE
With Ransom away at morning practice, I used the time to focus on the Shadow Reaper. I took over the guest room to lay out all documents. Going over them, I looked for patterns, but it felt like I was missing something. So, I decided to go through each of the coroner’s reports and catalog what was found. Pulling up a spreadsheet, I prepared it for data entry. This part of the research was boring but essential to nailing down the details. I had ten women to catalog.
But before I could really even get started, my phone went off.
I smiled. “Molls? What’s up?”
Her voice was tense. “I’m coming over.”
I nibbled on my pen cap. “Um, okay. When?”
“Now!” she shouted, then blew out a breath. “I mean, if that’s okay.”
