“As much as I enjoy your bare skin,” she said as she peppered his chest with gentle kisses.
His skin tingled, and his cock twitched.This wasn’t the time.If he acted on this, they’d be late.That was not the first impression he wanted to make.
“I think a shirt is in order,” she said with a wink as she stepped away from him.
“Yeah,” he agreed.“I should have a collared one around here somewhere.”
Stepping out of the bathroom into the small hallway, he avoided a box filled with all the lotions, soaps, curling irons, and whatnot she’d collected over the years.They were nearly packed and ready to go to his cabin.
All they had to do was survive this dinner with her family.
Which should be fine.
There was no reason to expect it to go like a holiday meal with his relatives.No one would get stabbed in the hand for taking the last dinner roll.He doubted she’d want to be around them if her experience was like that.
He rubbed his palm, recalling how the steak knife had pierced his flesh effortlessly.Thankfully, it had missed all the major tendons in his hand.While painful, the injury wasn’t life-altering.At least not physically.
There were just some things an eight-year-old shouldn’t have to endure.
Shaking off the memory, he plastered on a smile and ducked into the bedroom to search for the golf shirt he’d bought a few days ago.
When they’d prepped for this trip, he hadn’t planned on attending Thanksgiving dinner.Frankly, he’d forgotten the holiday was upon them.He’d expected to do the questioning, pack her belongings, and head back to the cabin.
They’d stayed far longer than he expected.Which meant he’d purchased more items, so they had to stow them.Thankfully, they’d nearly emptied her apartment.He’d be able to fit every tote in the back of his pickup for the long drive.While the cab would be a little cramped, they’d make it work.Plus, they had her car packed to the gills as well, so he’d be all by himself for this drive.
While he was looking forward to finally getting back to the cabin so that she could settle in, he wasn’t thrilled with the idea that they had to ride in separate vehicles.This drive would be the longest they’d spent apart since they met.
If they could make being murder fuck buddies a thing, they could get all her stuff to Maine in one trip.
Vrr.Vrr.
His spine straightened.
Sydney popped into the room.
Vrr.Vrr.
Both of their burner phones sat on the folding table they’d used to hold their possessions while they slept on the air mattress.
Vrr.Vrr.
Whose was it?They exchanged glances as they approached.
Together, they flipped over their cells.
Sydney brought hers to her ear.“Hello?”
Fink held his breath.There was no smile on her face.Her family couldn’t be the reason.Since there were no numbers stored on the device, he hadn’t a clue who it could be.Whoever it was calling on a holiday couldn’t be good.
“Hello, this is Tonya Gerding from Samuel Milford’s office,” the woman on the other end of the phone said.“I’m looking to speak with Sydney Cassidy.”
While it wasn’t on speaker, it was loud enough for Fink to listen in.And that he was.He’d done nothing as intently as he eavesdropped on this call.
“Hi.”Sydney stared in his direction.Her eyes filled with worry.“That’s me.”
He inhaled deeply and motioned for her to do the same.She had to stay calm.
“Oh, wonderful,” the woman gushed.She was far too cheery to be calling with bad news.“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on a holiday.”
