CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Is it sanitary to eat down here?” I whispered.
“Dumb question,” Poppy muttered.
“Oh, yeah. Immortal.” I crossed my legs on the chair I had claimed at the back of the morgue. “Where do you suppose Theron got that cupcake? I didn’t see him bring it down.”
“They were at Elara’s birthday party,” Poppy explained. “He probably has a box down here with leftovers. He spends a lot of time in his basement.”
Theron licked his bottom lip and pointed at a locker. He still stood next to Cassander’s body while Poppy and I had retreated to rest on chairs for a few minutes. Theron called loudly, “Over there. There’s plenty.”
I pushed myself up to stand on jelly legs, making myself walk on unsteady feet. I could do this. I wasn’t a complete loser.
“You must really want a cupcake,” Poppy snickered. She waited until I was all the way to the locker before she spoke loudly, “Oh, Noelle. We may be immortal, but you’re not. I really doubt that eating down here would be sanitary for you.”
My eyes bulged out of my head while I wobbled to turn around and face her. I clenched my hands into fists, and spat, “You bitch! I was almost to the promised land of food orgasms.”
Theron finished off his cupcake. “Just eat it, Noelle. I’m sure there’s something around here that could fix you right up if you became too ill.” Whatever else he said, it was far too quiet for me to hear, his lips moving, but no sound was attaching to it for me.
I turned and sniffed at the locker like Wolfe had done the chamber. Yummy strawberry tickled my nose. That was worth getting sick for. I opened the locker and removed two cupcakes from the container. My trudge back to my chair wasn’t nearly as fun as it had been getting there. I stumbled more than once and nearly dropped my cupcakes four times.
I finally sat back down when Wolfe barged back into the morgue carrying a sturdy, black gun with a fat barrel on it. The wolf-man handed it over to Theron, and then stalked in my direction, all types of alpha predator vibes radiating off him.
I didn’t think I was drooling. I hoped I wasn’t.
I lifted one of my cupcakes when he stopped next to me. “I brought one over for you, too.” I was positive he’d heard us speaking for a while. “They’re strawberry and smell delicious.”
He gently took the cupcake from my hand, uncertainty tainting his features. “That was kind of you.”
My head tipped back as I laughed at his expression. “It’s just a cupcake. Calm down. I don’t want to put a ring on your finger or anything.”
His golden eyes lowered to where my wedding band rested. “Speaking of rings. I’d like you to answer a few questions for me.”
“Ask away.” I licked at the icing of my cupcake.
I hadn’t meant it to be sexual, but Wolfe’s attention homed in on the action like a covetous lover.
Wolfe blinked slowly, still watching me eat. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No.”
“The marriage certificate on file is fake?”
“It is.”
“Why did you decide to break the law for the bogus marriage?”
“Theron, do you know where Megan bought these cupcakes?” This was absolutely the best cupcake of my life.
“I made them for her.” Theron licked some icing off his pinkie.
“Damn. These are fabulous.”
“Thank you.” His eyes shot in my direction. “Quit evading the question he asked you.”
