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Thank God my wife was perfect. She flung my jeans at me.
“Are you sure she isn’t how she is because of you?” I asked as I tugged the shirt over my head.
He snorted. “Probably.”
“All right, Matlock. Who did it?” I shoved off my sweatpants and pulled on my jeans.
Beau flashed me when she stripped off her tank top, but the sight of her bare chest was quickly gone when she put on a bra. A very lacy, thin bra.
Not. Now.
How old was I? Thirteen?
I’d have to tell her later what she did to me. Beau would get a kick out of sending my libido into overdrive.
“Just tell us who set the house on fire already,” she said, hopping on one leg as she put on leggings. They molded to her thighs, and I was pretty sure she’d chosen them on purpose . . . so I couldn’t concentrate.
“Was it Christina?” Who else would have done it? She’d gone crazy, though it was hard to believe she’d goneburn the house downwacko.
“Eh. I’ll meet you at the police station. Probably better not to discuss it on the phone anyway.” He hung up, and if I’d been holding my phone I’d have hurled it.
“He’s a tease, isn’t he?”
“I was thinking the same thing about you.” I lifted a brow at those long legs.
She looked down and shrugged.
Slowly, I rose and stalked toward her. “Kiss me.”
She touched my cheek. “I never should’ve told you what that meant.”
She rolled up on her toes and fused our mouths together in a slow, teasing kiss. I slid my hand under her shirt, her skin smooth against my hand. She leaned into me. I took the kiss deeper as need pulsed through me.
“We should go pick up your brother,” she murmured.
I groaned.
“You won’t touch me anyway,” she taunted.
“Soon.”
She pecked my lips. “I’m holding you to that.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Beau
“I apologizefor the late hour. I know you want this to air soon, but there’s so much good footage it’s impossible to edit. I’m trying to convince the network to give me a two-hour special.”
I nearly dropped the phone on the police precinct floor.
“I suppose there are worse problems to have,” I said carefully.
“I want maximum impact. Your story is so compelling. We have viewers I’m certain this is going to help.”
Veronica’s words were ones I wanted to hear but still had trouble believing.
One person.
