Carter mumbled under his breath about someone not doing their job.
Connections were a good thing, right?Cujo hoped to hell all the dots lined up quickly and no one else was killed.Especially not the smart, sexy woman to his left who seemed to be figuring most of this out on her own.
“Did you follow up on any of the other files?Were the RCMP able to help figure out if the governor was behind the shell company that invested in Cleffan?”Drea put the sketch down on the table.
“That part of the investigation is with another division.”
Carter didn’t elaborate, but Cujo could feel his frustration.
“I did get a look at Walter’s laptop before the case was handed over,” Carter added.
“Handed over to who?”
“The Feds.Let’s just leave it at that.”
“And?”Cujo asked.
“His diary showed an eight o’clock appointment, with L.A.”
Cujo sucked in a breath.Okay.So now Walter was connected to Mike through the Rondo guy.And L.A.was definitely connected to Walter through the appointment booking.
He reached for Drea’s hand and squeezed it tight.The sooner everything was nailed down, the safer Drea would be.
It just couldn’t come a moment too soon.
***
Was there a better sight than a naked, sexy-assed woman in your bed?
Cujo loosened the towel from his waist and rubbed his hair dry.She’d snuck into his bed around four after finishing at the hotel.He’d snuck out to the gym and managed to return before she’d woken.He normally enjoyed opening the studio on a Saturday, but right now he hated it.
There was something very seductive about the way the white sheets tangled around her tanned legs.Yeah, she even turned him on when she was asleep.
He walked toward the closet to get some jeans and stubbed his toe on the end of the bed.“Fuck,” he cursed, grabbing his foot.
The sheets rustled, followed by a soft groan.Drea stretched and opened one eye.“You okay, babe?”
“Morning, Shortcake,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.“Sorry I woke you.”
He crawled onto the bed.His lips brushed hers, but she pulled away and covered her mouth.
“Morning breath,” she whispered.“Sorry.”
He snaked his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her.“Don’t care.”
His fingers danced above the elastic of her boy shorts.If only she knew what they did to him.
“Sleep okay?”he asked, always concerned about her.
“Pretty good,” she mumbled.
Drea yawned and stretched.Her hands brushed her nipples, now tight buds under her cami top.Tease.
“Watch it, Shortcake.I made breakfast, no kale in the smoothie today as a treat.And I picked up some of thosepastelitosyou like.”
“Cream cheese?”
“Yup.Guava and pineapple, too.”
