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He drops his phone into the little cubby on the dashboard. “What’s wrong?”
“Who is she?” My arms stay crossed.
“Karmine. She’s a… colleague.”
I turn in my seat so I can glare at him harder. “In health inspecting.”
This time, when his eyes dart over to me, he reaches out and grips my forearm. “Stop that.” He pulls, dislodging my crossed arms. “Don’t be mad at me.” He slides his hand down until he’s holding my hand in his. “Karmine and I work together… helping good people and hurting bad people.”
“Have you slept with her?” I snap.
I have no right asking him that. No right to feel this territorial over a man I’ve slept with once. But if he’s gonna be obsessed with me, he’d better be obsessed withonlyme.
When Hans lets go of my hand, I suck in a breath.
If he’s going to stop touching me while he admits to having slept with her, I’m going to hit him.
“That’s fucking one,” Hans growls.
He presses the button to unbuckle my seat belt.
I try to slap his hand away, not sure what he’s doing, but he catches my fingers and shoots a glare of his own my way. “That’s two.”
He drops my hands and, keeping a grip on the wheel with his left hand, leans over so he can reach across my body. He hooks his hand around the front of my waist, and then he drags me across the bench seat toward him.
“Put your seat belt on,” Hans bites, acting like he’s not the one who just unbuckled me.
But my heart has started racing, and my chest feels warm, so I do as he says and buckle the strap across my lap.
When I finish, Hans grips the far outside of my thigh, his fingertips digging into the soft, bare flesh. And I love it.
“I have never slept with Karmine.” He looks down at me, the headlights illuminating a straight road ahead of us. “I haven’t touched another woman since you moved in across the street. Got it?”
His intensity is intoxicating.
“Got it,” I whisper.
“I like your jealousy, Little Girl. But it’s unnecessary.” He grips me harder. “Now, unmute the call.”
Satisfaction blooms inside my chest.
He’s not trying to hide the conversation from me. And he doesn’t want to let go of me long enough to unmute it himself.
I believe him.
I lean forward and tap the screen.
The woman must be able to hear the change because she speaks immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Possibly little. Possibly scorched earth.”
“Explain.” The woman’s tone is all business.
CHAPTER67
Hans
I flexmy fingers against Cassandra’s leg. She isn’t going to like me sharing this, but if there’s anyone I can be fully transparent with, it’s Karmine. “I have a body that I need identified.”
