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“No fire,” I agree as my inner muscles continue to pulse around him. “Good boy.”
He chuckles and rolls us back onto the towel before slowly pulling from my body.
His nose bumps mine. “Dinner? Or keep going with dessert?”
Stretching my arms above my head, I arch against him. “Surprise me.”
With a smile on his lips, he leans down to kiss me once more.
one case, two case
- Marc -
The heat of the early morning sun seeps through the windshield, fighting against the air conditioner set to full blast. It semi-cools the sports car, filling it with exhaust from the vehicles in front of us.
Pen rolls her head on the passenger seat, her eyes still sleepy. “We should have stayed for brunch.”
“And risk Darius’s wrath?” I reach out to squeeze her thigh. “We promised to be back for breakfast with the family.”
A smile warms Pen’s voice. “He’s so fussy about these things.”
“Coffee at the Harbor is better.” The light ahead finally turns green, and I return my hand to the steering wheel as traffic inches forward. “About time. What do you think Sharpe and Darius got up to, all alone last nigh?—”
I cut off as a flash of blue lights fill the rearview mirror. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Pen straightens in her seat, on full alert now. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m being pulled over. Again.” I curse under my breath as I edge to the side of the road.
Great, just what I need. I regret not pouring coffee down Pen’s throat and making her drive, but the garage where Darius rents a space is close to the Bone Yard, so I thought we’d be safe.
I never should have doubted Bailey’s vendetta against us.
I make it over to the side of the road, wedging the sports coupe into an empty spot, and I pull the parking brake. Instead of driving farther down to another opening at the curb, the patrolman turns on his hazard lights and parks right next to us.
The cars behind him honk as they’re forced to go around the patrol vehicle, but the officer ignores them as his partner climbs out of the passenger seat and approaches my side of the car.
I roll down the window. “What’s the problem, officer?”
If he says broken taillight, I’m going to choose violence today.
With one arm propped on the roof, he leans down, peering over the top of his sunglasses at us. “License and registration, please.”
With my teeth gritted, I pull my wallet from my back pocket while Pen searches the glove box, then the center console, to find the paperwork.
I hand both over, and the policeman smirks as he flips my license over, already knowing what he’ll discover.
A scan of the back wipes away his smile, though, and I breathe a sigh of relief. While I waited to Pen to pick me up last night, I called Meredith, and it looks like she came through.
A few flicks of her magical fingers alerted the system of the glitch and made it legal for me to drive again.
“Is something wrong, officer?” I drawl.
“We need you to come into the station.” He bends down to stare at Pen. “Both of you.”
Pen rests her elbow on the center console. “What’s going on?”
“You’re wanted for questioning in regard to a homicide that occurred three nights ago.” He tucks my documents into his pocket. “You’ll get these back once we’re done with you.”
