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She’s into women? Women only?
A sense of calm washes over me. He’s making me ridiculous. I have a kill list a mile long that could put me on death row—since some of the states still have death row. I’m playing a constant game of life and death.
He snuggles in closer, content to just hold me. Instinctively, I continue running my fingers through his hair, and he moans as he slowly drifts off. When he starts breathing evenly, I know he’s down for the count.
I don’t stop running my fingers through his hair. Something inside of me seems to fuse together, and my heart beats to a steadier rhythm than it has in years.
His arms stay around me, and for once in ten years, I feel safe. I feel treasured.
I feel something other than empty.
I don’t even realize how much time has passed until his phone is going off with an alarm. My eyes dart over to the dresser to see it’s close to midnight.
He groans as his arms leave me, and a chill settles onto every spot his touch has abandoned. He cuts off the alarm, and he rolls back over, wrapping me into his arms again, and kisses the side of my neck.
“I bet you didn’t have this in mind when you signed on to date me,” he says in his sexy, sleep-gruff voice.
“You warned me your schedule was crazy. I don’t mind.”
“I meant all the extra craziness,” he says, running his lips up higher, nipping my ear enough to elicit a small shudder from me.
His hand starts working down my shorts, and I lift my hips, eager to give him access.
Then that damn phone rings.
He curses.
I mutter a few words.
“Everything okay in there?” Duke asks from outside my bedroom door, reminding me he’s in my house.
A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent.
Life doesn’t get more complicated than this.
I just hope it takes Logan forever to find Tyler and Lawrence, that way I have him to myself a little more. He works too much, and I can tell he’s exhausted.
It’s sad that I want to hide my bodies now so that my boyfriend gets a break and can spend more time with me.
How twisted can one person possibly get?
“It’s fine,” Logan calls out, glaring at the door.
He grabs his phone, answering it with his last name only, and I sit up to kiss his shoulder as he talks.
“No, I’m at Lana’s house, why?”
He grows stiff, and I remove my lips from his shoulder. When he blows out a harsh breath, I run my hand up his back.
“Yeah. Come get me. It’s on the way. I’ll grab a shower and something to eat before you get here.”
He hangs up before turning to me, brushing his lips over mine just barely.
“Care if I use your shower.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t even have to ask.”
“I’d ask you to shower with me, but we have another body. I need to be ready before Craig gets here.”
