Holy shit.
This might be over soon.
And holyshit.
They were searching houses.
“They’re searching houses?”I asked.
“Yup.”
“They can do that?”
“They can do whatever they want if they don’t get caught.”
Whoa.
“But, won’t it be inadmissible if they search like that?”Iqueried.“I mean, they can’t get it to law enforcement and have the cops beable to get a real search warrant if they find something illegally like that.”
Mo had moved closer to my station while I spoke.
What he didn’t do while doing that, arriving, and stoppingto stand close to my table was reply.
“Right, Mo?”I pressed.
He was silent a moment, but before I could push again, hespoke.
“When this guy is caught, Lottie, the jury that mattersright now is still out as to what to do with him.”
“The jury that matters?”
“Hawk, Smithie…” he said no more.
“And you,” I whispered.
“I’ll make my case to Hawk that I get a say.”
“And that case will be?”
“I got claimed in a King Soopers.I don’t mind I did.As inIwaydon’t mind it.Andseein’ as I belongto you, you belong to me, so I get a say.”
Oh my God.
I totally needed to pounce on my mound ofhunkalicious, soon-to-be (I hoped) boyfriend.
“You need to move away, baby,” I whispered.
His head jerked.His eyes went dark.The muscles in his neckstood out in a sexy way that wassonot helping matters.
Then he moved back to the door.
I tried deep breathing.
Then I turned to my mirror to deal with my makeup.
It didn’t help because I could see Mo in the mirror.
His wide shoulders were to the wall and his gaze was cast tothe floor, I knew, so he wouldn’t be staring at me.
