Christie Craig Divorced, Desperate (2)

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.Somehow he wanted to make right all the wrongs that had ever happened to her.He wanted to take the image of her standing beside the grave of her father and burn it.Never did he ever want to see her looking so hurt, so broken.He lowered his lips to her left breast, took the tight nipple into his mouth and…and his freaking cell phone started ringing in the other room.Sue stiffened.He felt her draw air into her lungs.“Ignore it.” He breathed the words against the roundness of her breasts.When she didn’t, he raised his head to look at her.Her startled gaze met his.Don’t do this, a voice inside his head warned.Don’t risk it.“I want you, Sue.I want you more than anything.And I know you want me.”“I know.I want this.I just don’t…I’m sorry,” she said.She butt-scooted off the bed.Her pajama shirt remained open, her beautiful breasts a feast for his eyes.As she rose she said, “Your phone.” She knotted her fingers in her loose, bicycling-bear pajamas and drew the cotton over her chest.Her next words came out in a barely audible whisper, “Please, go.”He opened his mouth to beg her to reconsider, but one look into her eyes and he knew it was too late.One look into her eyes and the fear pooling in her baby blues ricocheted right into him.“I want you, Sue,” he repeated.Wasn’t this against everything he believed in, to want something so much that he gave the person power over him? Yes.And so he bounced off the bed and left.His phone had stopped ringing, but it started again by the time he reached the table.Snatching it from beside the fake poop, Jason told himself to be civil.“This better be fucking good.” That was as civil as he could be.“Did I interrupt something?” the familiar voice on the line chuckled.“It’s Langley at the precinct.Stewart said you called in a couple of licenses?”“Five hours ago.”“Sorry.Do you want the info or not?”No, he didn’t want it.His dick throbbed.His balls felt like walnuts.His gaze shot to the bedroom door.What he wanted was Sue.He reached into his jeans to find a position less painful.“Can I call you back?”“Yeah, but I think you want to hear this.”He closed his eyes and pushed his desire back.“Spill it.”“The Caddy is registered to a Gerald Roberts.” Langley read the address.“I thought this was supposed to be good?”“Chill,” Langley snapped.If the man had been standing in front of him, Jason would have cold-cocked him.Instead, he took a deep breath, then turned around and dug through a kitchen drawer until he found a pen and something to write on.“Okay, give me the address again.” Jason wrote Granny Cucumber’s address down, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the information.“And the Saturn?” He thumped his pen on the counter.“This is the interesting one.”“Fuck it, Langley, just give it to me!”“I must have really interrupted something good.”Jason drew in a sharp breath.“Okay, the car was reported stolen around 6:00 to night.It’s registered to a Richard Andrews.Gomez and his partner took the report.The wife was raving mad, saying she thought her husband’s long-lost buddy who’d borrowed the car had stolen it himself and was just saying it disappeared from some gallery’s parking lot.”“Where did it come up stolen from?” Jason asked.“Galleria area.Gomez spoke to the friend, some down-on-his-luck artist.Supposedly he went to the gallery trying to get the owner to take some of his paintings on consignment.While he was unloading, he left the keys in the trunk, and when he came back, the car was missing.According to Gomez, he seemed to be telling it straight.”Jason wrote down the name of the car’s owners in case he wanted to talk to them.“Any leads on the car yet?”“We were hoping you had some.Did you get a look at the driver?”“No.It was almost dark, and the car has tinted windows.It seemed to be tailing me.”“You got some case going down that someone might be following you?”“No.But I was with a friend who’s picked up a stalker.”“A friend…or a good friend?” Langley asked.“Just do your job.”“Ah, come on, Dodd.Throw a married guy a bone.You single guys get to have all the fun.The least you could do is share a little.Is she hot? Got a set of tits on her?”“You tell me about your wife’s tits and I’ll tell you about my aunt Betty’s.” Of course, he didn’t have an aunt Betty.“You’re a real pain in the ass, Dodd.”“Let me know if you get something on the car.” Jason hung up.His gaze shot to the hall that led to Sue’s bedroom.What would they be doing right now if his phone hadn’t rung? Would he be buried inside her? Holding her after the passion they’d spent? His pants were tight again.Looking down at the paper in his hands, he turned it over, hoping it wasn’t important.His gut clenched when he saw it was a receipt from Victoria’s Secret.Sue’s animal-printed pajamas didn’t look like anything that came from the sexy lingerie store.He checked the date and found the purchase was made a couple of weeks ago.Had Sue bought something to wear for the doctor? Had she worn it for him?Great! Just the piece of information he needed to call this night a total screwup.Sue’s alarm went off at seven.She hit snooze twice.Last night she had tossed and turned enough to get an aerobic pulse rate going.If it wasn’t for her grandfather’s appointment, she’d pull the covers over her head.Oh yeah, she needed a veg day, a whole twenty-four hours of breaking every rule in the book.Hibernating under the sheets until the smell of her own breath brought her out of a dead sleep.Eating chocolate for lunch and Cheetos for dinner.Looking at old albums with pictures of her and her dad, and having one of those cathartic crying jags.Maybe watching chick flicks, reading an entire romance novel.And depending on how good the novel was, getting out the electronic equipment that made her feel less deprived.“Damn! Damn! Damn!” The fact she’d just broken her no cussing rule proved how badly she needed a veg day.Had she really been going to give in last night? Yup, she had.And she’d been saved by the bell.Good old AT&T.If Jason hadn’t gotten that call…as Kathy so poetically put it, Sue would have joined the fornicating masses.Forcing a deep breath, she felt her morning haze begin to defog.Had the call last night been from his girlfriend—the one who’d called him at his house yesterday? She shook herself.What was wrong with her? She hadn’t even broken up with her married boyfriend, and here she was considering getting involved with another guy who had a girlfriend.Possibly had a girlfriend, she told herself, admitting she didn’t know for sure.She jerked back the covers and got up.Cracking open the door, she caught the smell of coffee wafting down the hall.Coffee?She shouldn’t be surprised, not after the killer grilled cheeses he’d whipped up for lunch yesterday.But this was another reason not to get involved with him.A woman should never date a man whose domestic skills outmatched her own.Of course, for her, that pretty much cut out 99 percent of the male population.Good thing she wasn’t picky.Oh yeah, she’d go for just about anything: married car thieves, bank robbers, and then there was Collin.Don’t go there.The smell of coffee filled her nose again.A hot cup before a shower would be heavenly.Listening and not sensing Jason’s presence, she decided to go for it.If he got within a few feet of her, she could always breathe on him.Her morning breath would knock him cold.She tiptoed down the hall.Hitchcock looked up from his spot on the table, where he sipped from a coffee cup.Not believing it, Sue went over and, sure enough, the cup held a small amount of coffee with lots of cream.Jason had served Hitchcock his morning brew.Sue gave her feline his morning ear rub, then filled a mug for herself, added cream, and was mid-hall when she heard footsteps [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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