“I think we proved we can. Not only that, we’re experts.”
She snickers, her fingertips now tracing my lips. “I know we’re good in bed, I was talking about our business, Suds and Sam.”
My cock twitches, ready for another round but she covers him with a sheet and scolds. “Down boy.”
“Not my fault. He’s got a mind of his own.” I snicker at her cute pout and when she stands to go, I pull her back to me.
“We need sustenance.”
“Man does not live by bread alone.”
“I don’t think Jesus was referring to sex.”
“After two thousand years, the translation probably got all messed up.”
“You’re going to hell.”
“Promise, if I do, you’ll come too.”
“I will not. You need to rise up.”
“Not a problem, sugar. Not a problem.” Done being patient, my interest swells and reaches toward her.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“If that means we need to make love again, you’re right.”
After more incredible sex, I jog downstairs and grab a couple beers while she finds a bag of chips.
She sits in my lap while I open up a shitload of emails. “We got plenty of detective business. You don’t need to worry.”
“Uh-huh.” She points and leaves a greasy fingertip on my screen. “Mrs. Nardo? No way. We’re not doing any more work for her without money up front. Last time, she took her husband back and stiffed us on the bill.”
Cheating spouses remind me of my mom and for a moment, I’m brought back to my childhood.
Samantha, sensing something off, cups my cheek with her soft palm and searches my face. “You okay? I can take the divorce cases if you’d rather not.”
“Nah. It’s nothing. I just don’t like how people don’t take their vows seriously. It pisses me off. Let’s send out some letters and see if we get any nibbles.”
One of my files is from Patten Securities. “Here we go. Slate says we’ll be testifying against Good Health in a class action suit.”
“Those jerks deserve what they got coming. I kind of feel sorry for the guy we got arrested in Vermont. If he had insurance, he probably could’ve beaten his cancer and wouldn’t’ve become a criminal.”
I squeeze her waist, thinking of our last case and how I almost lost her in a snowstorm. “He killed a woman, sugar. You shouldn’t feel too bad.”
Nodding and chomping away on her chips, she swallows. “I know, I know. Still, with any luck, Good Health won’t be able to screw anyone ever again. So, what else do we have? Any more missing cats or missing Jesus-es?”
I snicker at her references to our last capers. “Nope but I did ask Slate to find me a bodyguard gig. That and Mrs. Rossini’s check should see us through the month.”
“Suds and Sam. We’re really doing it.” Grinning, she kisses me with her hot little mouth and seconds later, we’re back in the loft, football game forgotten.
Chapter 2
Sam Russo
After making love, Suds and I fall asleep around midnight. The sun is barely creeping toward dawn when a jackhammer sounds as if in our living room.
“What the…?” Squinting, I check my cell phone and yeah, it’s way too early for this shit.
