Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
"Hey baby, how you holding up?"
I took her hand as we drove off.
"I've been better, is it someone we know? I didn’t really get too good of a look."
"I don't think so hon." I kissed her fingers and left it at that. I wanted to tell her to put it away, but that was stupid, she wouldn't be able to put it away for a long time, if ever.
We drove in relative silence back to her house, holding hands all the way. I had a pain in my gut, thinking that this was going to be a setback. She was still a little pale, and her hand trembled slightly in mine.
We were parked in the driveway outside her family home when I finally turned to her. I didn't see anyone hanging around, so I drew her across the console to me.
The kiss was light, nothing like the hot and heavy ones we'd shared earlier, but what was needed now.
"I'm picking you up at seven this evening."
"You are?"
She felt so fucking good with her head on my chest like that, it was so easy, so natural. Maybe I'd take Doc's advice and move things along at a faster clip, heaven knows we've waited long enough.
" Yep, I'm taking you out to dinner, wear something fancy, I want to see you in candle light."
I played with the hair over her ear as I kissed her again, seems I can't get enough of Miss. Shania.
"I'm going to love loving you."
"What!"
Shit I said that out loud? So much for giving her time to get on board, I didn’t even last a damn day. She was looking up at me expectantly and again I found myself at that precipice. Man up Chase, this is what you want, it's better that she knows anyway, no games.
"I guess the cat's out of the bag huh, never mind that now, we'll talk later."
"You can't just say something like that and then leave me hanging."
She was so cute when she pouted, of course I had to take that bottom lip between my teeth and bite down just enough to make her squirm. The little sexy groan was almost more than I could handle though, looks like I bit off more than I could chew.
"Damn we can't do this here, I'm expecting your dad to come charging out here any minute with a gun."
She started laughing her ass off.
"You better run along then scaredy cat."
"You always did have a sassy mouth, come ‘ere." I stole one more kiss, this one longer, deeper more fulfilling. It was hell letting her go but I had to.
I stared down into her shining eyes and was happy to see that they had cleared up a little after her ordeal. “You’re unbelievably beautiful did you know that?”
She blushed like I knew she would before hiding her face in my chest. In all the time I’ve imagined her, I never could’ve imagined the way it would feel, it would’ve been impossible since I’d never felt anything like it before.
“I have to go baby, you sure you’re okay?” She squeezed my middle and sat back nodding her head. I brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead before getting out of the jeep.
I walked around to her door to help her out. She was such a tiny little thing, too little to be dealing with this shit, which I’m sure she would think about for the rest of the day.
"I'll see you later Princess." She smiled and I took her mouth again. It was almost my undoing, the way she melted into me, like she was made to be just where she was. I took a few soft nibbles out of her lip before releasing her.
"Later." I had to go before I couldn't go. If walking away from her was this hard now, how much harder would it be after I finally took her?
We'll just have to wait and see, at least I left her with memories of kisses and not floating bodies. Now I had to go figure out if the missing government agent APB that came across my desk this morning was my floater.
Chapter 10
DONOVAN
Back at the station house, things were hectic. The guys were just a little excited about working their first homicide. It was all anybody could talk about.
I didn't have the heart to tell them we might soon be turning the case over to the Feds. I figured let them have their little dream for a bit longer.
I'd rechecked the missing person's APB in my office, trying to connect any identifying marks to our Vic, but no such luck. For now it was just my gut telling me that it was him.
Prints and DNA should answer the question soon enough, if they were rushed. Until then, I won’t say anything about my suspicions. No sense in stirring up that pot unless I absolutely had to.