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“No, but that’s beside the point.”

“How about this, Rae. I don’t give a shit if your dirty clothes are left on the floor, as long as that floor is in the bedroom where we sleep. I don’t care how you brush your teeth or how you do laundry or if you leave dishes in the sink. First, because the only thing I care about is you and Lucas being in this house. Second, I’m a fully functional grown man. I can clean, do laundry, and I even know how to put it away.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was being far too cavalier about this.

“But what if⁠—”

“Listen to me, Rainy. I don’t care. There are no what-ifs. I care about you and Lucas, that’s it.”

There was so much love and earnestness beaming in his brown eyes, I believed he didn’t care. I could be a slob, leave my dishes in the sink, cook a big meal and leave the kitchen a mess and he wouldn’t care. As long as I was here with him he wouldn’t care about anything.

“The kids are with Shay this week. We’ll feel Lucas out while they’re gone. Check in with them when they get home, and if they’re still good, then we’ll move in the next rotation when they’re home. I don’t want to move in during a week they’re at Shay’s. They should be part of the moving-in day.”

Oh, no, I had it wrong. Now his eyes were blazing with love and earnestness. So much love I could feel it washing over me.

“You’re moving in in three weeks?” he asked

“If the kids are all okay with it, then yes.”

“In three weeks.”

I knew he wanted us to move in, but it wasn’t until that very moment when I saw the joy on Jase’s face that I understood just how much he wanted it.

“Yes, honey. In three weeks, me and Lucas are moving in.”

His hands came up to cup my face and pull me closer.

“You giving me my dream says sweet and gentle. But I’m in the mood to watch you fuck me on the couch with your tits in my face. So, I hope you were being serious about your pussy being healed. Up, Rainy, clothes off, and get ready to ride.”

I scrambled off his lap, had my clothes off in record time, and climbed back on his lap as he was pulling his dick free from his sweats. I felt him where I needed and bore down.

“Fucking heaven,” he groaned when I was fully seated. “Three weeks, baby.”

“Three weeks,” I echoed.

“Fuck me, Rainy.”

I did as I was told and fucked my man while he sucked and toyed with my nipples.

But I ended up on my back with Jase riding me.

And he was right, I came harder on my back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I was standing next to Ethan in an observation room. Jake and Devon, the two crime scene investigators who had worked with us on Ashley and Samantha’s dump sites, were to my left. Captain Anderson was standing on Ethan’s right. She was slightly removed from our huddle as we watched Detective Radcliff sit with his back to the viewing window, slightly off center, across from Tyler Mercer.

Three weeks ago on a Sunday while Rainy had gone to pick up Lucas, I’d called Radcliff with the anonymous tip I’d received about Mercer being connected to the bars and the exes. It had taken Radcliff and his partner Sanderson a few days to get the warrants and another week after that before they had the financials in hand.

Most of the time the wheels of justice don’t grind, they crawl.

Josh had been hauled in for questioning. He didn’t recognize Mercer and swore he’d never met or even seen him. No bartender or waitress could place them together. Radcliff couldn’t interview Tate Hendrix because he was dead, but the detective did go to Dutch Courage and show the bar staff pictures of Hendrix and Mercer. They were recognized individually but had not been seen together.

On a long shot, Radcliff made the decision to bring Mercer in for questioning. He knew he didn’t have enough evidence to make an arrest, and no prosecutor would touch this case with the slim circumstantial evidence he had on Mercer. Even if the evidence had to do with a police officer being shot. They’d need more.

For the record, I would’ve hauled him in and tried to break him in interrogation.

“Thanks for coming in and helping me clear this mess up,” Radcliff started.