“Would he, if he knew anything?”
“I’m not sure. I’d hope so, but probably not unless they had a suspect.”
Denise spread out on the couch. “That kind of sucks. You’d think having a letter left on a body addressed to you would give you some sort of insider connection.”
“I’m pretty sure that happens only in the movies.”
“Did they figure out who broke into your house?”
“Nope. Tim said they haven’t gotten a hit back on the prints. Guess it really isn’t as fast as it is onCSI. More’s the pity,” Bree said.
“No kidding. Talk about building up expectations.”
The doorbell pealed from the foyer. Bree got up to answer the door while Denise scrambled to grab the remote.
“Wait! Wait! Wait! Okay, I’m ready,” she called out.
Bree shook her head as she opened the door to let in Jase and Chris, dressed almost identically in camo cargo pants and long-sleeved t-shirts.
“Ah, so you’re Chris.” The guy on the couch. Even though he sported a few days’ worth of dark stubble, she recognized his steel-blue eyes.
“Told you not to run.” He winked at her as he stepped into the foyer.
Jase gave Bree a quick, hard kiss. “What’s that about?”
“Nothing.” Bree closed the door and led them into the house. “Do you want to shower first or watch the movie? Denise picked it.” Denise had cued it up right to the part where Channing Tatum was grinding, semi-naked, on the stage.
Jase and Chris stepped into the living room and froze, jaws agape, a look of absolute horror on their faces at the sight of Channing Tatum grinding, semi-naked, on the large screen.
Chris dropped his bag and shouted, “Let it rain!” He undulated his hips in a way that put Channing Tatum to shame. Bree and Denise laughed and whooped when Chris turned and shook his butt at them.
“Okay, okay. We’re kidding,” Denise said, wiping tears from her eyes. “We’re actually watchingThe Expendables, but good to know you’d be alright with half-naked guys dancing around on stage.”
“Chris has a somewhat questionable past,” Jase said.
Denise turned off the movie. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Chris raised his eyebrows.
Well now, Denise might get her kicks somewhere else after all. Bree led Chris and Jase down the hall and showed Chris the guest bath. When she tried to go back to the kitchen, Jase grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him.
“Jase.”
Tugging on her hand, he led the way into her bedroom and shut the door behind them.
“I’m not having sex with you while our best friends are in the house waiting on us!”
“I want a better kiss.”
She smirked. “Better, huh?”
“Way better.” His hands delved into her hair and tilted her head to the side. His mouth was hot and urgent. His arms wrapped tight around her and pulled her against him, forcing her up on her toes.
He smelled like woodsmoke, outdoors, and sweaty man. As hot as the kiss was, Bree couldn’t help but think he really needed a shower. She pulled back slightly and created a hair’s breadth of space between their lips.
“Would you take it the wrong way if I asked you to take a shower?”
“Manly man-smell doesn’t turn you on?”
