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‘I’m sorry I haven’t been home, sweetheart,’ Reid apologized to his daughter. Between the ongoing murder investigation and the recent kidnapping, he was logging more hours than he wanted, but in a department of eight, there was little he could do.
”S’okay, Dad. Me and Kendall have been keeping busy,’ she told him, a giggle in her voice.
Why was she laughing? ‘Should I be worried?’
‘Um… No.’ She laughed in earnest then, her soft girly chuckle making him want to see her face light up. ‘Just remember—it was all Kendall’s idea.’
He wondered what his beautiful fiancee had done to their house and shuddered. ‘Please tell me nothing is pink.’
‘Promise.’
Jason and Chris strode toward him then, both their faces grim. ‘Gotta go, sweetheart. I love you.’
He swore he could hear her smile against the phone. ‘Love you, too.’
He couldn’t believe how much he loved that little girl, no matter that he hadn’t known about her a few short months ago. The smile on his lips faded when Chris and Jason reached his desk. ‘Bad news?’
‘They’re going Ayles County vs McClaren. We’re just asked to provide testimony and hand our evidence to the prosecutor’s office.’ Jason’s words were clipped, his anger evident. ‘We did everything for this case. We were the ones on-scene, it was our collar.’
Reid knew with the jurisdictional issues, a county prosecution was the only way to go. ‘They’re not discontinuing our involvement. If anything, going county puts us and Tyler on equal footing.’
‘Theoretically,’ Chris spat.
Skipping over the shitstorm brewing in Jason’s eyes and the tense muscle in Chris’s jaw, Reid asked, ‘Easton trying her?’
‘Everett can’t.’
Right. He felt like slapping his hand against his forehead. Of course Cassidy Everett couldn’t prosecute this case. Eying the board behind Chris, Reid moved on, ‘If you’re done with the pity party, let’s get back to the murder investigation.’
‘Yes, let’s,’ Jason practically growled.
Reid didn’t know what was up with his usual partner, but he didn’t like it. ‘What the fuck is up your ass?’
Jason didn’t answer, ignoring Reid’s question altogether. ‘Beverly Shaw did it.’
Reid narrowed his eyes. If Jason didn’t want to tell him what was wrong, so be it. He had more important things to do. ‘Prove it.’
‘I will,’ Jason promised before walking away.
He might not have time to figure out what was eating Jason, but he sure as shit didn’t have time to deal with him acting like an ass. Turning to Chris, he asked, ‘What the fuck was that?’
‘Damned if I know,’ Chris answered with a shrug. ‘He was foul earlier today too. Just let him go.’
Reid needed Jason to solve this murder, he didn’t need him to run off and sulk about the McClaren case any more than he needed to ignore the Shaw case. The Commonwealth’s Attorney had spoken, and they had to accept that.
~*~
‘It’s perfect!’ Annie exclaimed.
Kendall appraised their handiwork and dusted her hands across her jean clad thighs. ‘What do you think your Dad will say?’
Deepening her voice to mimic Reid, she grumbled, ‘At least it’s not pink,’ barely managing to get the words out before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
Kendall couldn’t help but laugh along with with her. Reid’s guest room had been turned into a purple haven for Annie, the walls a pretty grape color, the fabrics black and white floral, and the new bright white desk housed a sleek laptop. She felt it was the least they could do, and since Reid refused to take money from Kendall for the bills, she had plenty to make Annie’s room truly hers. ‘He’ll love that you have a room that’s a reflection of you,’ she finally said.
‘I hope so. We used three coats of paint. This place will be purple forever!’
Kendall couldn’t help but grin. After all Annie had been through, she didn’t expect her to smile and giggle so easily. ‘He loves us. He wouldn’t care if we painted the whole house pink.’
Annie shook her head, the curly tail of her braided hair hitting her in the chin. ‘He’d hate pink.’
‘Maybe, but if it made us happy, he’d live with it. That’s just the way he is.’
Annie’s eyes widened with recognition. ‘I’ve never known anyone like that.’
‘Me either, sweetie.’ Kendall crossed to hug the girl close. ‘Me either.’
~*~
Jason slammed his fist on his desk. Beverly Shaw had killed her daughter, proof or not. Given her explosion at the Caufield’s house a few days before, and what Reid had reported she’d said, he was sure the key was the Reverend. Beverly was hellbent on putting things back in order, upset that things and people were out of place. He wondered what kind of punishment the good reverend dished out when things weren’t correct in his house. If Amy had planned on coming back to Aylesford, if she was trying to straighten herself out and reclaim Annie, then Beverly’s world was about to become disordered. Determined to keep things as they were, she killed Amy, and for some reason disposed of the body in Aylesford instead of using the anonymity of Sheridan to her advantage. Sentiment, perhaps? He knew he was right, but how to prove it? He looked at the notes he’d scribbled on his pad. Was the Reverend involved? Did he know what happened between his wife and his estranged daughter?
Chris and Reid may have accepted the loss of the McClaren case, and he knew he had to as well, but taking a backseat to Tyler, to the asshole Brandon Davis made him sick. Beverly might not be a seasoned criminal, but she hadn’t left much of a trail to follow, and what they did have was circumstantial and shaky at best. The only way to make something stick would be to make the woman confess—not an easy feat.
He found himself staring into Adrienne’s office, his feet having taken him there without his conscious knowledge. She was autopsying Gerald Potter and oblivious to his presence in the hallway, so he watched her work. He grimaced at himself. Only he would think a woman cutting apart a dead old man would be interesting.
‘I know you’re there, Monroe,’ Adrienne said while making note of organ weight. ‘Since I know you’re not here for this guy, I have to assume it’s about Miss Shaw.’
‘How did you?’ he asked, sure she hadn’t seen him.
‘Mirror,’ she answered. ‘Now, why are you here?’
Caught, he answered truthfully, ‘I’m not really sure.’
‘You just had to see me?’ she asked as she finished the routine procedure. Gerald Potter was seventy four and although she was fairly certain he had died of a natural heart attack, she had to check—there was a considerable amount of money left to his children and grandchildren, and it was her job to insure he wasn’t helped along to the great hereafter by one of his beneficiaries. Jason showing up threw her off her game, she was used to working alone and was not ready for a gorgeous, brooding man to appear. Focusing instead on the real reason he’d come to her and not the reasons she hoped he had, she asked, ‘Caufield know you’re here?’
‘He wouldn’t care anyway.’
She was sure he was wrong about that. Reid Caufield was fully engaged in the case, and if Jason had something for her, she knew he would be involved. ‘Yes he would, and you know it. So, really, why are you here?’
He strode across the room, ending up a few inches from her on the other side of the old, dead man. ‘Look, I don’t know why I came here, but now I’m leaving.’
Maybe she wasn’t crazy. Or, he would hate her for what she was about to do. Grabbing his jacket, she pulled him to her. ‘You came for this,’ she whispered before capturing his lips with her own.
Maybe this was why he’d ended up with and not anywhere else. He leaned forward to take the kiss deeper, and smashed thigh into Mr. Potter’s head. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he asked, ‘Maybe we could take this somewhere more private?’
Eyes glassy with lust, she
just stared for a second, finally blinking twice and making a startled sound. She’d gone all-in kissing him, and he hadn’t just kissed her back, he had devoured her. Still, she had to be sure. ‘You mean?’
What the hell else could she have meant when she’d kissed him like that? ‘I do.’
His pale blue eyes had gone hot, and all she could do was turn around and bite back the squeal that wanted to break free. Smiling, she turned to face him. ‘Help me finish up here and I’ll go with you anywhere.’
‘Anywhere, huh?’
She shook her head. True as that might be, admitting it wasn’t the smartest thing she’d said today. ‘Just help me.’
‘I’m yours to direct,’ he offered. ‘Do with me what you will.’
~*~
‘Just sit there and think about what you’ve done.’ He stood four feet from his wife, her soft sobs the only acknowledgment she’d heard him. ‘You told me you could fix this, you promised you would put everything in its place.’
‘I didn’t mean to lose her.’
He crossed to her, stopped a foot from her seat on a hard kitchen chair. ‘You didn’t mean to do a lot of things, Beverly.’ He stared down at her, his eyes hard and his lips pursed. ‘How can we teach others if we cannot keep our own house in order? How can we be closer to God if our life is in disarray?’
She flinched. She knew chaos and disorder were of the devil while order and perfection were of God. Amy had not accepted that, and now Annie had turned her back on order as well. Reid Caufield had turned them both against her, against the Reverend, against God. ‘We need to kill him,’ she stated. ‘He is the reason Amy went down the wrong path, he is the reason Annie is no longer where she belongs.’
He stared down at his wife for a long moment. She had promised to submit and obey nearly forty years ago, and had always done just that, her latest outburst resulting in fines from the Tyler police notwithstanding. ‘How do you suggest we do that?’
She swallowed as she thought. ‘He’s a policeman. Surely that’s a dangerous job.’
‘Indeed.’
~*~
‘Baby, I’m home,’ Reid announced as he walked through the front door. Nothing looked different just yet, the living room and kitchen spotlessly clean, but decorated as they had been. The sound of giggling pulled him down the hallway.
‘Dad!’ Annie exclaimed as she took a flying leap into his arms.
He caught her easily and dropped a kiss on top of her curly blonde head. ‘Hey kiddo. So, what was it I shouldn’t be worried about but was all Kendall’s idea?’
She giggled again and dragged him into what used to be the guest room. Now it was purple, with black and white curtains and bedding, new glossy white furniture and a laptop. ‘You love it?’ he asked his daughter.
‘Love it? It’s perfect!’ She sat on the bed, bouncing slightly and knocking a stuffed panda over. ‘Kendall let me pick everything, and she didn’t care if it wasn’t what she thought was right, or if things didn’t match. She said I could make my room however I wanted as long as I promised not to let it become a pigsty.’
He took in the huge grin across his daughter’s face and the matching smile on Kendall’s. They had enjoyed the weekend decorating this room, and while he hated that he hadn’t been able to help, he loved that the two of them were becoming a unit. ‘Kendall won’t abide anyone letting the house become a pigsty. You should’ve seen it when it was just me here.’
Kendall pinched her nose. ‘He was a bachelor. They are not known for being clean.’
‘Pizza all the time?’ Annie asked.
‘Not all the time,’ Reid answered with a chuckle. ‘Sometimes I had drive-thru.’
‘And then you met me,’ Kendall put in.
He wrapped his fiancee in his arms. ‘I wouldn’t change a thing.’
‘No?’ Annie asked. She knew Kendall and her Dad wanted her, they told her all the time, but she still wondered if they really wanted a kid invading their house, taking their time. Her grandparents resented her, saw her as a problem and not a child. ‘Not a thing,’ he promised, and Annie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
‘We went clothes shopping, too,’ Kendall said. ‘We found the perfect dresses for Reece and Cass’s wedding, and some other stuff, too.’
‘We leave for the wedding on Friday after school,’ Reid said with a smile. We’ll fly in, drive down and stay at Cass’s house.’
‘I was wondering what the plan was—I’m kind of surprised you had time to set that up working both cases.’
Reid dropped a kiss on Kendall’s head. ‘I know, and I’m sorry I haven’t been home.’ He winced. ‘Madelyn set everything up.’
‘So, everyone is staying there, huh?’ Kendall asked, her voice a little squeaky.
He squeezed her, pulling Annie into his embrace as well. ‘They are, and it will be great. We’ll only be there for the weekend.’
‘It’s not that I don’t want to be with your family,’ Kendall started, stopping with a sigh.
He kissed her quickly. ‘I know, and Mad really isn’t as bad as you think. Besides, we’ll be married soon.’
‘So, I’ll have to get used to her?’
Annie laughed. ‘Sounds like.’ She paused, biting her lip as she thought. ‘She’s married to uncle Ryder, right?’
Reid nodded. ‘Your aunt Madelyn and uncle Ryder will be there, along with your grandparents. It’s a small wedding, so you won’t have to worry about meeting all your cousins at once, though.’
Annie’s shoulders relaxed. ‘I still don’t know what to say.’ She played with her ponytail. ‘I mean, ‘Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m Reid’s daughter he never knew about,’ isn’t a great opening.’
Kendall pulled from Reid’s arm to wrap Annie in her own. ‘All the important people know the story, and the ones that don’t aren’t important.’
‘Still. It’s weird.’
‘If anyone gives you a hard time, come get me,’ Reid asked her. He didn’t anticipate there being a problem—his family knew, and were supportive. Anyone else didn’t matter.
‘We love you, sweetheart, and so do the rest of the Caufields. That’s all that matters,’ Kendall assured.
Somehow, Annie didn’t think it would be that easy, but kept it to herself. Her Dad had enough on his mind without worrying about how his brother’s friends would react to her. So, she just said the most important thing she could. ‘I love you, too.’
~*~
Adrienne couldn’t believe Jason was following her home. He had helped her with the remainder of the autopsy, worked beside her to clean up and put away her tools, and now he was coming to her apartment. She’d been lusting after him ever since her first day on the job, and despite that had built a friendship with him. To know he wanted her too was incredible. She wished she’d worn something sexy beneath her gray slacks and white blouse, but she wasn’t a fancy woman. Come to think of it, she wasn’t really a sexy woman, either. Sure, she was pretty enough when she put effort into it, but usually she was dressed for work and dealing with dead people.
Jason Monroe, however, was sex personified. With his dark hair and ice blue eyes, he was movie star gorgeous, and she knew he was a boxer and a regular at the gym. Her hands itched to touch what she knew would be sculpted muscles, her mouth watered to taste what she was sure would be an impressive cock. She shook her head at herself. Jason was coming home with her, but he’d only kissed her once. Maybe he was just being polite, maybe he didn’t want to sleep with her. She made the decision to let him take the lead, and hoped she wanted to go down whatever path he sent her.
Jason followed Adrienne’s silver Pathfinder to her apartment complex, the things he wanted to do to her, needed to do with her flooding his mind. She was the smartest woman he knew, but she’d been completely unaware of his near obsession with her. She was the woman he thought of when he jacked off in the morning, sometimes making him thankful for the frigid temperature of the morgue when he had to go see her
during the day. She was tall and curvy, and he wanted his hands on all those luscious curves.
Adrienne parked in her assigned spot, Jason pulling in to the visitor’s parking to her right. The moment of truth. She turned to walk over to him and found herself pressed against her car door, his mouth fused to hers in a mind-bending kiss. One of his hands was on her ass, the other finding its way beneath her blouse to tease her right nipple. They had to stop. She broke from the kiss to say, ‘We need to get inside or we’ll pull a Reid and Kendall.’
He pulled away slightly to look at her. They were outside and he’d shoved her against a truck door. He was acting like Reid, and although that had had gotten his friend his perfect woman, it had also resulted in her stalker. ‘Race you to the door,’ he said and quickly walked away. Running was out of the question in his current state.
Adrienne watched him speed walk toward the door, his hands covering the significant bulge covered by his button fly jeans. She couldn’t wait to reveal the thick shaft behind that fly, couldn’t wait to feel it in her mouth, her hands, her pussy. She pushed off the door and followed him.
She unlocked the door and ran inside to the bathroom at top speed. She might know beyond a shadow Jason wanted her, but she still didn’t want him to see her serviceable beige bra and white cotton panties. She stripped quickly, tossing her clothes in the hamper, and gave herself a cursory look in the mirror, making note of her flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and swollen lips. Her eye traveled lower, taking in her slightly larger than she’d like breasts and freshly shaven mound. She was ready for him, and didn’t want to waste any more time alone in her tiny bathroom.
She had run down the hall as soon as they’d gotten in the door, so he made himself comfortable on her overstuffed couch. He hoped she wasn’t having second thoughts. He was having second, third, and fourth thoughts about ravaging her, and prayed he would be allowed to bring his fantasies into reality. After being pulled from the McClaren case and getting nowhere on the Shaw case, he was more than ready to have something he wanted come to pass. Or just come. Hard. Many, many times.
He looked up to see her walk down the hallway fully nude and he wanted to jump up and pin her to the floor, but forced himself stay where he was. She had a plan and he was going to let her follow it through.
She sat on the floor between his spread knees, and laid her head on his left thigh. ‘Take off your shirt, Jason,’ she breathed before working the buttons free on his fly. She grinned when she was greeted with a long, thick cock just beneath the denim. ‘You mean to tell me you’ve been commando this whole time? If I had known…’ she trailed off, choosing instead to engulf his length in her mouth. She loved the feel of him on her tongue, the taste of him in her mouth and couldn’t help herself but to swallow as much of him as she could. Her gag reflex kicked in before she could take him all, but that didn’t stop her from making her way up and down the wide shaft, running her tongue around the tip like an popsicle and taking him as deep as she could again and again.
He couldn’t let her finish him. He wrapped his fingers in her thick caramel hair and pulled her face up despite her sounds of protest. ‘I need my mouth on you, Adrienne,’ he rasped.
Although she wanted to pout, she couldn’t pass up Jason’s mouth on her. She switched places with him and nearly screamed when he buried his face in her folds.
She tasted better than he’d dreamed, and he dove into her, moving his tongue in tight circles, finally suckling her clit into his mouth when he slid two fingers into her, reveling in her mindless scream when she came all over his face.
‘Need you, Jason, I need you now,’ she panted.
‘I don’t have a—’ he started.
‘I’ve seen the reports, I know you’re clean. Just put that beautiful cock in me before I die.’
He scooped her into his arms and walked them down the narrow hallway to the single bedroom at the end. ‘The couch is not the place for what I have in mind,’ he whispered before taking her lips in a long, hungry kiss.
He laid her on the bed, following her down to brace himself on his forearms. ‘You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,’ he said as he slid into her in one stroke.
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