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“You’re pushing it, mister. I’m tired, grumpy, smelly, and hungry.”
“And yet, I’m still proud to call you my wife.”
“Have you been drinking while I’ve been doing an autopsy? Because you have entirely too much energy considering the day we’ve had.”
“I’m punch drunk and running on fumes. Lets lock up and head back to the cabana. There’s chocolate cake and champagne in the fridge.”
“That’s a dinner I can get behind.” I went back into the cell and made sure everything was as clean as I could get it. I’d used the hose attached to the wall to clean the floors, but if I was Joe, I’d power wash the whole thing with bleach before I put anyone in there.
“I don’t like the idea of leaving the body in here like this. There’s got to be a better way to lock him up safely.”
“I’ve already tried Joe’s number. It went straight to voicemail. I can’t imagine what he could possibly be doing.”
“Or who. It’s such a mystery,” I said dryly. “We’ve got evidence and a body, and no place to lock them up tight. A half-hearted kick to the door and someone could be in here in a heartbeat and steal the body.”
“Joe doesn’t seem particularly worried about theft.”
“Joe doesn’t seem particularly worried about anything that’s not contained in the space between Camille’s thighs.”
Jack snorted out a laugh. “We’ll lock the cell just to be safe and take the evidence with us. Once Joe joins the land of the living again we’ll hand everything over. Knowing Carver, we’re going to have a late night ahead of us.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’re having cake and champagne. That’s brain food.”
I got a whiff of myself and grimaced. Standing over a dead body for the last couple of hours without proper ventilation, combined with the fact that I’d run out of sweat from dehydration about an hour ago, and I could barely stand to be in the same room with myself.
I locked the cell door and Jack gathered up the electronics, the bags of evidence, and the statements from witnesses, and put them in a box. I closed the windows and shut off the lights and we locked the door behind us. It was then we both realized we didn’t have a car and would have to walk back to the cabana. Fortunately, the island was only a couple miles in either direction, so we didn’t have far to go.
“There is a silver lining to all this,” Jack said, as we started toward the beach to walk the shoreline.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“I’ve officially had enough time to recuperate and can now have sex again.”
I stopped in my tracks and Jack went a few steps ahead before he realized I was no longer beside him.
“What?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.
“I’ve spent the last two hours hunched over a body and I smell of things that no living person should smell of. Andyouwant to have sex?”
“You’ll be good as new once you shower. Twice.”
I narrowed my eyes and started walking again, a little faster this time. “If by sex you mean you giving me a full body massage and letting me sleep for a couple of hours, then yes, I’ve recuperated enough to have sex too.”
Jack hefted the box under one arm and then took my hand. “Look at you, already making excuses for why you can’t have sex. And you thought you weren’t going to be any good at marriage.” He squeezed my hand and then nudged me playfully.
“Shut up,” I said. “And maybe ask me again after the cake. Cake fixes a lot of things.”
Chapter Eight
Jack had beenright. It had taken two shampooing’s and scrubbings before I was able to stand myself, though the second one might have been more for Jack’s benefit.
He’d brought me a piece of cake and a glass of champagne to eat in the shower. Jack had grown up wealthy—the son of a tobacco farmer—and I’d always imagined that this was how the other half lived—eating chocolate cake in the shower and having a man who looked like my husband pouring cold champagne over my very heated skin.
“The cleaning lady is going to be really confused,” I said a little while later. “It’s probably not often she has to clean crumbs out of the drain.”
“Think of it as we’re bringing a little excitement to an otherwise monotonous job.”
I dried off quickly and ran my fingers through my damp hair, and then I walked naked into the bedroom and fell back on the bed under the ceiling fan.
