She lifted her chin and pecked him on the cheek, not bothering to open her eyes. “Well, you definitely surprised me.”
Her head was back against his chest, and she was slipping off into dreamland, and maybe it was just wishful thinking, who knows? But she could have sworn she heard him whisper, “I love you.”
Chapter 20
It’d been nearly six weeks since anything new about Slade had come to light, and Krista was losing her mind. Wendy’s roommate was representing them, but according to Stella, attorney at law, there was a process to these kinds of things, and all the paperwork needed to be filed. They were still trying to get in touch with the women at Myles’s former detachments too. Stella figured the more evidence and statements they gathered, the harsher the sentence.
But Krista was getting antsy. Brock had asked her to lay low and she’d complied, but it was getting more difficult to not take matters into her own hands as the days ticked by. Valentine’s Day had come and gone, and the first day of spring was just days around the corner. Slade was still slinking around the station, popping up like a creepy weed that stinks, stings and chokes the life out of all the other plants around it. He made “kill” eyes at Krista whenever he could, but otherwise he’d been staying away. Allie had officially gone on light duty as well, so she and Krista spent every free minute they had digging into Myles Slade any way they could. From stalking his social media to carefully mentioning his predatory ways around the water cooler, they were on the hunt.
Hunting a predator.
Thankfully, things between Krista and Brock were going well. She was so over having chaos in every realm of her life that the fact that her “love life” finally seemed to be on the upswing was a serious plus. After their date night andevening with the ottoman, things seemed to fall into a comfortable and pleasant routine between the two of them. He was attentive and slowly opening up, and she was as horny as ever, ready and willing to jump his bones the moment she walked in the door. It was the perfect relationship.
“Can you explain to me why Heath’s truck has dual tires on the back, while the rest of the Harty boy fleet only have single tires?” Krista asked one night as she and Brock were lying in bed. They were both a tad breathless, and Krista’s ass stung like a bitch, so now it was time for pillow talk. Their new deal was, if she let him be in charge, he had to give her fifteen minutes of pillow talk afterward where she could ask him questions and had to open up.
She didn’t normally like relinquishing the control, but it was definitely nice getting to know him. Plus, the man was really coming into his own with that flogger.
“Because my baby brother is immature, and his vehicle is proof of that,” Brock said with a yawn.
Krista wrinkled her nose. “Meaning … ”
“Meaning, he has the biggest dick and therefore needs the biggest truck because heisthe biggest dick.”
“H—” She scrunched up her nose again and spun onto her side to face him. “How do you guys know he’s the biggest?”
Brock rolled his eyes. “You’re havingmybaby. Don’t be fantasizing about my little brother’s big dick. It’s notthatmuch bigger.”
Krista scoffed. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, like, did you get them all out and measure?”
He made a face as if he’d just sucked on a lime. “No. We’ve obviously measured before. Wrote the measurements down and put them in a hat.”
Oh, okay. That made sense. It was still weird, particularly to Krista, who had just the one brother. If she’d had a sister, would they have compared breast sizes? She didn’t know. Men were weird.
“I’m driving around in a big penis truck?”
“Yep.” He yawned and rolled over to face her, pushing her over to her other side in the process. He scooted in behind her and cuddled up close. Spring was in the air, but it was still damp and cool outside. The cuddling was welcome.
“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“It’s not for much longer. Heath will be back soon. And then we’ll get you a new car.”
“I want a truck.”
His chuckle ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck.
“A big beefy black one.”
“We’ll see,” he said softly, pulling her tight.
“Or maybe a white one. Show less dirt. The yin to your yang.”
“You are that,” he replied sleepily. His hand cupped her breast gently before traveling down her abdomen to the swell of her belly. “Sleep now. More sex and questions tomorrow.” His lips found her neck, and it was if he knew exactly where the button was, because she sighed instantly, her eyes closed, she melted into him and was asleep in seconds.
It was just after lunch on a Friday, and Krista was itching to get home. Brock had brought out the flogger again the night before, and a delightful tingle on her backside was a pleasant reminder all day.
She sat down at her desk, a fresh cup of decaf Earl Grey tea in hand, when she noticed her phone flashing. She’d left it on her desk when she stepped out to go and grab a sandwich for lunch.
One missed message. One voicemail. It was from Marlise.
