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“It’s possible, sugar. The water is deep and we’re walkin’ on thin ice.”
Chapter 11
Sam
Once we’ve eaten and suffered through the same damn baby dinosaur movie again, we put our sleepy son to bed. After grabbing a couple drinks from our fridge, we open the trap door, and tip-toe downstairs where my three cousins sit in the kitchen.
“How’re things with Divorces-R-Us?” Suds reaches his bottle across the round table and clinks it against Joey’s.
“Business is bada-boomin’. Mrs. Purcell called. Ho, ho, ho. She found aTiffanybox in her husband’s glove compartment. The card was addressed to a woman she never met.”
“Perhaps a work acquaintance?” In the PI business, one must try to remain impartial. Besides, it’s Christmas. Miracles can happen.
Covering left thumb with right fist, our part-time photographer makes a rude gesture and laughs. “Seriously? The guy’s been bangin’ his assistant for years. Last year, I took some initiative and got some real juicy images. Want I should show you some?”
He picks up his phone and as he starts to scroll, Mia grabs it from him. “Ewww, no. Gross.”
The hot potato gets tossed to Rose, who throws it to me, where it is grabbed by my hubby. “Joey, you know the rules. Upload and delete.”
“I wuz showin’ you the evidence so’s I can be paid.” He’s so full of shit. My cousin has worked for us for years. The jerk’strying to needle Saint Mia, for shits and giggles.
My older cousin rolls her eyes, clinks her IPA against my Olde Brooklyn Root Beer, and narrows her gaze.
Uh-oh, herewe go.
“How’s your stomach?” Rose lifts her dark brows and tilts her head. In silent cousin-speak, she’s asking if I’ve told my husband I’m preggo.
No other option available, I add another sin to the list, and start a small war. “Remember the time Joey rubbed poison ivy on your sheets?”
“If memory serves, I was seven.” The one being maligned shoots his hands in the air as if under arrest. “And youz guyz paid me back for weeks.”
Subject successfully changed, I glance over at my male cuz. “Hey. Your dad says hi. Just so’s youz are aware, he hired us.”
“You okay wid dat?” Dark Italian eyes dart to my husband who scowls and picks at his beer bottle label.
“No one shoots at my wife.” My SEAL’s tone turns deadly as he glances up at our street-smart employee.
“And what does Uncle Mike say?” Joey’s right to be concerned about the police but it’s not them he needs to be worried about.
“The Feds took over Dad’s investigation.” Sipping my root beer, I wonder how much he knows.
“Fuck.” After he swallows, Joey walks to the sink, opens the cabinet, and tosses his empty. “My father must be royally pissed.”
“Indeed he is.” My partner grabs my arm, stretches, and fakes a yawn. “Long day y’all. See ya tomorrow.”
Halfway up the stairs, I look back at Rose, and she mouths, “Tell him.”
Jeesh. Enough, already.Back in our bedroom, I strip, lock up our weapons, and ready the life-saving sleep monitor while Suds brushes his teeth.
Beautifully naked, my stud muffin returns and slides under the covers beside me. “Mmm. Thanks for warmin’ the sheets.”
“Anytime.” My right arm under his neck, I tug his mouth to mine, and as we share a sleepy, tender kiss, his calloused palm wanders down the front of my body.
Parting my knees, he hisses as his fingers slip between my swollen folds. “So damn wet.”
“Always, for you, tough guy.” A small moan escapes me when he slides the side of his hand over my clit.
There, he plays my nub until I’m ready to erupt, but before I can come, he pulls me on top of his chest and caresses my butt cheeks. As our tongues tangle, his deployed cock awaits a call to action. Panting, Iplace my hands on his pecs, and arch until a nipple slips between his soft lips.
