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Chapter Nine

Raven

“Wake up, songbird,” Rhys whispers, his hand drifting down my side.

I groan, rolling away from him. “It’s too early.”

“I know.” His lips brush my naked shoulder. “There was an incident out at one of the farms. I have to go.”

I crack one eye open. The bedroom is still dark, light barely peeking over the horizon outside. It’s not even fully dawn yet. Way too early. “What kind of incident?”

“A shooting,” he says with a sigh. “Looks like it was self-inflicted, but I have to go check it out.”

“Okay,” I whisper, wishing he didn’t have to go. He didn’t get much sleep last night. Neither of us did. We made love over and over. The things he did to me…the things I did to him. When I die, I want those memories to be the last things that play through my mind. Every muscle in my body is deliciously sore. I’m exhausted. It’s perfect. Perfect.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Get some sleep. I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he says, brushing his lips across my forehead.

“’Kay.”

The bed dips…and then I’m out.

My phone wakes me up at a little after eleven.

“Hello?” I mumble, not even looking to see who it is.

“Raven? It’s Tawnie.”

“Oh.” I sit bolt upright in the bed, the blankets falling from around me. “Hi.”

“You wowed everyone last night,” she says. “They’re still talking about you this morning.”

“Really?”

“You snuck out before I could give you the tips you made last night,” she says with a laugh. “Not that I blame you. I didn’t realize you’re dating Detective Flannery.”

“Um…” Am I supposed to tell people we’re dating? We haven’t exactly been discreet, have we? “Yes, he’s mine,” I say, deciding I’m not going to hide it. We’ve been hiding for too damn long already. I can’t do that anymore.

“Good for you,” she says with a laugh. “He’s a good man.”

“The best,” I whisper.

“If you want to swing by this weekend, I have your tips for you. And we can discuss your availability. Obviously, you stole the whole show.”

“What? Seriously? I won?” I gape in shock.

“You won.” She laughs. “I’m pretty sure half of the other performers voted for you.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Swing by this weekend and we’ll talk.”

“I will. Thank you so much!”

I disconnect and then jump up from the bed and squeal, dancing around the room like a crazy person. I can’t believe I actually won the slot in the schedule.

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