“Fat chance,” Bella countered with laughter. “You know I’m a pillow princess.”
She helped him to the bathroom and then into the tub, holding his arm as he sat in the hot water.
“Damn,” he hissed. “This shit feels like soup made in hell.”
With pursed lips, Bella adjusted the water. “It’s not even that hot, you big baby.”
She reached for the bath rack and grabbed her jar of Epsom salt mixed with tea tree oil and shook a good portion in the bathwater. “This will help if you have any soreness.”
Lucas relaxed against the bath pillow and inhaled. “Smells good,” he moaned.
Bella’s shameful eyes found their way to his big dick and painted seductive pictures of their lovemaking in her head.
“I see you looking at my dick,” Lucas groaned in a baritone that hinted his arousal.
Bella lowered her eyes and shook all thoughts of hopping in the tub and riding his dick out of her head. “I wasn’t looking. I was just debating on whether or not to tell you about my day.”
“Tell me,” Lucas insisted.
“Well, me and Donna set a trap for whoever is trying to kill us.”
“And?” Lucas asked. His wrinkled brow revealed his displeasure at the thought of her and Donna putting themselves at risk.”
“We caught a rat, but he got loose.”
Bella explained how they caught, arrested, and had to release a man who’d been ready to kill her.
Lucas frowned. “I mean what could we have done to make someone want us all dead?”
“Well, when you think about, it started with the shootout at the Jamaican restaurant. Now, there was no way to know whether or not they wanted me or Donna dead. But when you think about it, while we were being shot at, there had to be another crew simultaneously dispatched to you. Also, they’re showing up atmyhouse, not Donna’s, which leads me to believe that you and I are the targets.”
Lucas’ brow wrinkled as if he was deep in thought. “Okay. But, why?”
“Well, who have we had beef with?”
After shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t had beef with anyone. And you’re a cop, so you’ve had beef with quite a few people.”
Bella shook her head and lowered to her knees beside the tub. “Yeah, but not like that. I’m a detective. I’m not kicking in doors. This is clearly someone who has a vendetta against both of us. And they’ll go through whoever they need to in order to get to us.”
Lucas chuckled. “If your ex-husband wasn’t happy and very gay, I would say it was him.”
Bella shook her head and giggled. “My ex-husband is planning my bridal shower. The only person we’ve done wrong as a team is dead.”
Lucas’ lips parted. After inhaling a sharp breath, he whispered, “The hitwoman... that crazy lady who killed Rosemary!”
“Yeah,” Bella agreed. “That’s the only person you and I have come up against together.”
Lucas nodded. “But, like you said, she’s dead.”
Bella grabbed Lucas’ favorite bodywash and squeezed a good portion on a bath sponge. “But what if she had a family? What if she had a man? What would you do if someone killed me?”
Lucas’ eyes narrowed to slits. Anger radiated off of him like steam. “I wouldn’t stop until they were dead.”
CHAPTER 36
LINCOLN
The shrill of Lincoln’s ringing phone broke the silence in his vehicle. “Hey, Dad,” he answered.
