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  When I finish, they sit in stunned, angry silence.

  “I don’t believe that. That’s just not possible,” Jade argues.

  “I know. I said the same thing.” I nod. “But, I assure you, it is possible, and it did happen.”

  “Jesus.” Gabby shakes her head as if rejecting the notion that there could be any truth to this.

  “He buried them in his toolshed?” Lucy repeats, looking at me for confirmation.

  “Yes. He did. He killed them both and buried them in his toolshed. Then, he covered the floor with cement.”

  “Yet, because the search warrant was for the sidewalk, and not the toolshed, he just gets to walk?”

  “Yes, Sami. That’s apparently how it works.”

  Everyone quietly contemplates.

  “Well, it’s obvious to me,” Lora finally speaks up. “The pig has to die.”

  A few ladies nod, a few brows go up, and everyone begins chattering all at once. Lucy’s den turns into chaos.

  “Ladies! Ladies!” Billie steps beside me, waving her arms. “We’ve all listened to Candy. Now, I think, to be fair, we need to vote. If anyone is scared or uncomfortable or just really doesn’t want to take ownership of this situation, she can recuse herself. No hard feelings.”

  Hm. Sounds fair to me. I nod, and soon, everyone agrees.

  “Okay. First of all, is everyone okay with Candy… um…we’ll say ‘dating’ the hot, hunky detective who is investigating us all for the murder of Derek Hines? Those in favor, raise your hands.”

  Everyone raises their hands without a moment’s hesitation. I exhale, unaware I was even holding my breath, and then I smile at them with gratitude. Thank goodness.

  “Great. Looks like we all agree on that one. Now, who is for moving forward with Lora’s recommendation? Just to be crystal clear, that means whacking the son-of-a-bitch.”

  Billie raises her hand first, followed by Lora, and then Sami and Jade, and then Gabby, and finally Lucy. With their hands in the air, they all turn and look at me expectantly. Slowly, I push my arm up.

  “Then, it’s settled,” Billie says as the ladies lower their arms. “Looks like we have another job to do since our city’s finest cannot.”

  I glance at the clock on my phone.

  “What time are you supposed to meet Dan?” Jade asks.

  “Eight-thirty.”

  “Dressed like that?” Lora asks, horrified.

  I look down at my scrubs. “Well, I came straight here from work.”

  “Go home and get changed. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” Gabby orders.

  I look around at the ladies who are all smiling and nodding, and I almost want to cry.

  “Go on. If you hurry, you can still get in a quick shower,” Billie says, kissing me on the cheek. “Now scram!”

  I scream into my driveway at eight o’clock, barely shutting off the engine before I jump out and race to the door with my keys in my hand.

  “Oh, Mrs. Putnam!” Mrs. Gilmore putters into my yard.

  “No time, Mrs. Gilmore,” I shout as I push open my door and step inside. Then, I pause and poke my head back out. “And it’s Miz Putnam!”

  I slam the door, smiling, as I toss my things on the bar and streak to the bathroom, peeling off my scrubs as I go.

  At eight twenty-nine, I emerge again, spit-shined and polished. I collapse into a chair and take a deep, relaxing breath. Everything’s okay. A knock on the door rouses me almost immediately. He’s here!

  I rush to the door, swinging it open and smiling eagerly, and then my smile quickly fades.

  “Mrs. Gilmore,” I say flatly. “How can I help you?” I envision myself whipping her with my garden hose.

  “I just wanted to let you know that your husband, Mr. Putnam, was here today looking for you.”

  “Mr. Putnam?”

  “Yes,” she says, quite snippy. “Your husband.”

  “You mean my ‘ex-husband,’” I correct her.

  “I mean Josh’s father. So, there. Now I’ve told you. I’ll go and get out of your hair.” She turns to leave, obviously offended. “Oh, and I told him that you were probably out with that… that man.”

  “You mean me?” Dan asks, stepping behind her.

  She jumps about a foot off the ground, which is pretty impressive for a woman of her age and stature.

  “Hmph,” she snorts, giving him a hairy eyeball.

  We watch, trying not to laugh, as she stomps away toward her house. Dan turns his bright, sexy gaze to me. “I think she’s definitely warming up to me.”

  I say nothing. I simply grab him by the lapels of his jacket and drag him inside, slamming the door behind us.

  “Wha—”

  He tries to speak, but I fling myself at him like a sex bullet, clinging to him as my hands drive up his solid, muscly arms to his shoulders, my fingers pressing into the warm, naked skin behind his neck. I crush my lips to his, biting, demanding, and stealing his tongue with mine as he bruises me raw with his stubble. He fists his hand in my hair, his other gently encircling my throat.

  “Mm,” I moan into his mouth.

  “Oh, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “Does this mean you missed me?”

  I smile, stretching on my tiptoes, my arms wrapped around his neck and his around my waist. “Could you tell?”

  “Maybe a little.” He laughs. “I missed you, too. Can you tell?”

  He pushes his enormous erection against my stomach.

  “Have you been walking around with that all day?”

  “Only when I thought of you, which was pretty much all day, I guess. So, yes, but I’m not worried. I have a nurse who can look at it for me.”

  “I suppose I could check it out.” He inhales sharply as my fingers wrap around the silhouette in his jeans, massaging and squeezing.

  Closing his eyes, he pushes against me as he groans. “I’ll give you ten minutes to stop that,” he says, smiling. “Actually, I have a better idea. Why don’t we go to my place and you can give me a more thorough examination?”

  “I’d love to.” I smile and kiss him chastely. “Let me grab my jacket.”

  I step away, and he tugs at his crotch.

  “I’m not sure I can drive with this. It might obstruct the steering wheel.”

  I pause at the door and turn around. “I know exactly how to take the swelling down.”

  “Oh, I bet you do.” He smiles. “I know you do.”

  I fall into the seat, fasten my seatbelt and suddenly realize that I have no idea whether he had plans for us tonight. I look at him quizzically. “Did you have other plans?”

  “Not really. I thought I could take you some place nice to eat, which is something I still haven’t done. Or, we could just drive through somewhere and grab something to eat at my place. Or, we could—”

  “Your place!” I interrupt.

  He smiles as he starts the truck. “That actually sounds great. After the day I’ve had, all I really want to do is curl up with you and relax.”

  “Bad, huh?”

  “Pretty bad.” He bobs his head, looking for traffic as we pull onto the street. Then, he blasts me with a brilliant smile. “It seems to be getting better, though.”

  “It is, isn’t it?” I laugh.

  We laugh and talk, and then we laugh some more, all the way to the sandwich shop, where we make a couple of embarrassingly large Dagwoods for our dinner.

  I study his profile as we drive the short distance to his house, and for some reason, I can barely take my eyes off him. I think it’s just knowing that the ladies approve, that I have permission, that I have their blessing to let my feelings go and just see where they take me.

  Whatever the reason, he’s more beautiful to me now than he’s ever been. I resist the urge to unbuckle my seatbelt and crawl into his lap, but it’s taking every bit of strength and willpower that I have.

  We finally arrive at his house and, as usual, he helps me from the car. “Here. Let me carry that.”

/>   He takes the bag of sandwiches from me, and I follow him inside.

  He places the bag on the sofa table in the entryway and flips on a lamp. Suddenly, Rufus’ bay pierces my eardrums.

  “It’s okay, Rufus. It’s just me.” Dan bends down and gives Rufus a good scratch behind the ears. I swear I think the dog smiles. “Good boy. Now, go get on your bed. Go lie down.”

  Rufus trots over and plops down on a fluffy pillow beside the fireplace.

  “Oh my gosh! You taught him that already?”

  “Taught him? I don’t know about that. I threw the pillow over there on the ground and that’s where he’s stayed pretty much ever since.”

  I giggle. “Smart dog.”

  “Have a seat.” He motions toward the sofa, and I comply. Sitting down beside me, he clicks on the television and kicks off his shoes. “Oh, God. That feels good.”

  He stretches and wiggles his toes. Fuck, even his socked feet are sexy.

  “Hungry?” He reaches behind me and grabs the bag of food. I’m not sure which scent is more powerful, the sandwiches or him.

  I swallow hard, staring into magnetic, blue eyes. “Yes.” I nod.

  He stares back curiously for a moment and then grins. “For sandwiches?”

  “No.” I shake my head.

  “They’ll keep,” he whispers, and his powerful body envelops me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dan fumbles with the television remote, trying to turn down the volume and find a soft music station while I relieve myself of my shirt. He cuts his eyes to me as he curses the remote, and I unclasp my bra, letting the straps slide slowly down my arms for his pleasure.

  “Fuck it,” he mumbles, clicking off the television and dropping the remote on the table. He turns his full attention to me.

  I stand up, inserting myself between his legs as he moves to get up with me. I shake my head, placing my hands on his shoulders to hold him firmly on the couch. A slow, knowing smile plays across his lips as his fingers grope at the button on my jeans.

  I work to unbutton his shirt while he tugs impatiently at my pants, finally managing to jerk them down, just below my ass. Then, he slides his finger across my clit and back and forth through my wet lips.

  “Oh my God,” he whispers. “You’re so wet.”

  I shove my jeans down to my ankles and step out of them, kicking them aside.

  “Yes,” he whispers, burying his face in my pussy as he moans. His fingers crawl up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass, and he pulls me harder into this mouth.

  “Ah,” I breathe, his warm, wet tongue licking and lapping at my folds.

  Tonight, it’s not about me. Not yet. Mustering all my strength, I push him against the back of the couch, shaking my head. He licks his lips, assessing me through smoky eyes. I glance down at the hard-on in his pants, standing now with a full salute, and I smile as I kneel to unbutton his pants.

  Understanding dawns, and his soft, blue eyes light up, full of delicious anticipation. Excited beyond measure, he brushes my hands aside as he unzips his jeans. Barely lifting his ass off the couch, he shoves them down urgently, along with his underwear, leaving them to rest around his ankles. I thread his feet through them and then pitch them on the couch beside him.

  Dan leans back, sighing happily as he closes his eyes and stretches his arms across the back of the sofa. His massively hard cock looks angry as it twitches seductively against his stomach. It’s my turn to lick my lips.

  It feels like Christmas all of a sudden when I’ve just unwrapped my favorite present. I stretch forward, kissing his nipple and tweaking it with my tongue. He moans, moving his hands to my shoulders as he presses his erection into my stomach. I kiss his chest, dragging my breasts across his cock and trailing my tongue down his stomach. He writhes beneath me, sweetly tortured.

  I stroke his thighs and stick out my tongue, gently licking his balls, drawn tight from his enormous erection. Then, I take his incredible girth in my hands, working slowly up and down. His head drops back against the sofa as he pushes his hips forward. I know what he wants, what he needs. I trail my tongue upward, lapping at the base of his cock, and then flatten it, licking up and down the entire length of his shaft. Softly, I kiss the tip, licking and swirling my tongue all around his huge, purple head before I cover it with my mouth.

  “Oh, Jesus!” His muscles tense, and he inhales sharply, his fingers fisting in my hair.

  His entire body turns rigid beneath me as I slowly swallow him, measuring him with my hand, guiding my mouth up and down as I swirl and lick and suck. I sink lower and lower as I test my limits, disappearing him into my mouth inch by inch, until I feel him at the back of my throat.

  Dan is frenzied, bucking his hips and pulling my hair, his breaths short and urgent, huffing and puffing. I go faster, up and down, gliding my hand beneath my lips, taking in as much of him as I can, and fucking him wildly with my mouth.

  “I’m going to come,” he warns through gritted teeth, and I glance up at him through my lashes. He stares back at me, his face growing lax, his eyes far away.

  I moan my consent and close my eyes, disappearing him into my mouth once again.

  He cries out, his hands gripping my hair as his entire body trembles, wracked with pleasure. He shatters, warm come splashing against the back of my throat, sliding down like raw oysters. I still my tongue, pressing against him as I suck and gently massage his balls. He groans and gasps, his body twitching, until, finally, he eases and his muscles relax.

  I look up, wiping my mouth with my hands. He stares down at me through sated, grateful eyes, a beautiful smile on his face as he strokes my shoulders. I stretch forward and kiss his stomach, then rest back on my haunches, beaming, satisfied. Mission accomplished. I wanted that. I’ve wanted to do that for a while now, and he was every bit as delicious as I thought he would be.

  Reaching down, he places his hands beneath my arms and lifts me onto his lap as if I weighed no more than a bag of sugar. Then, wrapping me in his arms, he nuzzles my neck, sighing happily.

  “Thank you,” he whispers.

  I place my hand on his head, threading my fingers through his soft, short hair. “Thank you.” I smile.

  After a minute, he stands, flipping me onto the couch on my back as I shriek and giggle. Then, he covers me with his entire body, his face hovering above mine with a mischievous, sexy grin painted on it. I almost orgasm just looking at him.

  “My turn,” he whispers, and then trails kisses down my throat, across my breasts, and down my stomach. I close my eyes and sigh.

  And, for the next hour, we lie there on the couch, fucking, making love, decimating one another as the outside world melts away and there’s only me and him and nothing else.

  Now, we sit on the floor around the coffee table finally eating dinner, me in Dan’s shirt, him in his boxers.

  “Mine’s soggy,” he reports, holding up what’s left of his sandwich.

  “Actually, I was so hungry, I didn’t even notice.” I take another big bite of my sandwich and chew, too starved to be self-conscious about it.

  “You should have said something,” he scolds. “We could have eaten sooner.”

  “I didn’t want to eat sooner. Well, not Subway, anyway. Believe me, I got exactly what I wanted.”

  “Believe me, I did, too.” He grins, his eyebrows creeping up his forehead like two chubby caterpillars.

  I giggle. “Aw. What about poor little Rufus? Can he have some of my sandwich?”

  Dan glances at Rufus who is still lying comfortably on his pillow, staring at us. “He’s fine. I came home early today and fed him. We played a little fetch and sat around and watched a game.”

  “He can fetch?” I ask excitedly.

  “Oh, no. I did all the fetching. He just laid there.”

  I take another bite as I stare at Rufus, considering his good fortune. “He’s a lucky dog.”

  “Yeah, he is. That’s another thing we have in common. So am I.” Dan smiles at me
and winks.

  Somewhere in the big expanse of Dan’s living room, my phone chirps. I glance around, unsure where I tossed my purse when we came in.

  “It’s over there.” He points at the sofa table.

  I consider ignoring it. What if it’s Josh? Obligingly, I crawl over to the sofa and climb up, reaching over with my butt in the air, trying to dig my phone out of my purse. Got it! I turn around and plop down on the couch, glancing up at Dan as I slide my finger around and tap on the screen. He’s totally absorbed in thought as he stares at me, mesmerized.

  “What?” I laugh.

  He shakes his head. “You’re just so beautiful.”

  “Poppycock.” I laugh again.

  “Seriously. I’m getting hard again just looking at you in my shirt.” He squeezes his dick through his shorts.

  Holy cow! I stop short of drooling as I stare at his lap. How the hell can I be wet again?

  I shake my head and glance down at the text from Billie.

  “SLGC meeting tomorrow tonight, my house, six-thirty.”

  I text back. “See you then.”

  I drop my phone in my purse and crawl back down beside Dan, resting my breast against his arm.

  “Now, what were you saying?” I kiss his shoulder.

  “Who was that?”

  The question takes me by surprise. Honestly, I didn’t see him asking me that. Then again, he is a detective, I guess.

  “Just a friend of mine,” I say vaguely, realizing that he’s not going to let me off that easy. He stares at me suspiciously and I babble on. “I’m in a choir, and she was just letting me know that we have practice tomorrow night.”

  I continue sprinkling his shoulder with light kisses, hoping to get his mind on something else. Unfortunately, the hard-on that I was so impressed with a minute ago is slowly starting to deflate.