“I told Jason to call y’all immediately but me and Sam knew time was running out. We hopped in a car and the moment we arrived, a guy came out of the house. He had a big ol’ rug all rolled up and by the way he was carrying it, for sure, Mrs. Rossini was in it. And damn, the waves? You ever been out on the tip of Long Island? I remember once, when I was on leave… Did I mention I’m a Navy SEAL?”
“Mr. Sutcliff. The man with the rug?” The special agent’s jaw tics and Andy kicks me under the table.
I pretend to look offended, sit on back, and take my time sipping my pop. “I was only trying to explain the waves. If you’re going to interrogate someone, you really need to be a better listener. Anyhow, so this man sets the rug in the water then walks into the ocean up to his knees.”
“Stop. He just walks in?” The agent’s eyes narrow.
“Well, it might’ve been on account of my shoulder pushing into his back, I suppose. Y’all will need to ask him his motivation.”
After he gives up, I wear out two more agents before they send me into the hall where Sam is waiting.
I kiss her and slip my arm around her waist. “How long have you been waiting?”
She says dryly, “Too long.”
Andy yawns and slaps me on the back. “I’m going to bed. Damn, Suds. I swear to God, if you could bottle your storytelling, you could make a fortune.”
“I will take that as a compliment.” Smiling, I wink at Sam.
Andy takes out his phone and texts. “It’s not. Tell Slate from now on, I’m upping my fee for listening to the likes of you.”
“I’m sure he’ll bill it back to our agency. Thanks, though, I mean it.” We shake hands and after my expensive lawyer leaves, Sam bites her lower lip.
“Will he really bill us?”
“Yeah, probably, but it’s an expense that we can tack onto Martha’s bill.” I squeeze her hip. “Do you know she’s worth over ten million dollars?”
“Get out of town. How did you find that out?”
“You’re not the only one with access to Jason. Ready to go home?”
She moans and glances down at her phone. “It’s Sunday? Shit. I promised Father O’Connell I’d take you to church. Then, there’s dinner at my mom’s. We can’t miss it again.”
“Damn. I guess that means we have to postpone we-solved-the-caper sex.”
“Sorry.”
Back at home, as she opens the bathroom door, I call out from the shower stall. “Did I ever mention I’m allergic to religion?”
Sleep deprived and over-talked, I need to hit the mattress but Sam’s had way too much coffee and bounces off the walls like the Ever-Ready bunny.
“Please? Father O’Connell says you need to attend if we want to get married in the church. You do, right?” Naked, she jumps in the shower, presses her chest to mine, and devours me in a heated kiss.
All spare blood rushes to my cock and the few awake brain cells refuse to fire. “Sure, sugar. As long as we get married, I’ll be a happy man.”
Lips busy, I reach for the soap and when the lathering get serious, she pants and steps back. “We really don’t have time for this.”
“You sure?” My hands slide up and down her body, stopping at all my favorite places.
“But we’ll be late for… ” Her voice trails away as I tug her pelvis into my long, hard, length.
Nibbling her earlobe, I whisper. “God won’t mind, I promise. We saved a sweet, little old lady from death and a murderer’s going to jail. That’s got to count for somethin’.”
I adjust the shower controls and frigid water splashes us, coming from all directions.
“Ai! That’s cold!” Using me as a human shield, she backs against the glass door.
When the streams warm, her grip loosens and she does a little butt-wiggle dance. “Wow. This is awesome. I could stay in here forever.”
