1st Murder by Megan Matthews

Author:Megan Matthews [Matthews, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub

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I rejected the call before it gave another violent surge and burst the vein in Tony’s forehead. Its pulsing increased when I bit my lip and shook my head, holding the quiet phone between us.

I couldn’t help it if someone called me.

“It’s nothing,” Charlie said, hovering by the open door and peeking back at the caskets in the small room. He sure looked like he knew they weren’t empty, as he promised earlier.

My body shuttered. Yuck. Dead bodies.

It was one thing to see them lying on the ground post murder, but completely different to see them all stretched out and made up in a coffin. No, thank you.

Funerals were not my thing.

“I think you can get off me now,” Tony whispered in my ear after the door clinked closed.

I twisted my head around, putting us nose to nose. “What? You don’t like me sitting on you?” My words weren’t supposed to be flirty, but somehow, they came out sounding that way.

Tony furrowed his brow. “How old are you?”

Really? Ass. Like age mattered. I rolled my eyes. “Too young for you, old man.”

He had to be early thirties at the oldest but was probably more mid to late twenties. If he planned to bring age into this, then so did I. Besides, I wasn’t interested in another big ass burly man. I already had one annoying me.

I scooted off Tony’s lap and crawled out from our hiding spot behind the coffin. Getting back there in a hurry had happened much easier than getting out. Tony hesitated at the door, opening it only an inch as he peeked outside and surveyed the crowd.

“Okay, it’s clear,” he said when he turned back. “If anyone asks, we were looking for a private space to get better acquainted.”

I crinkled my nose so far it probably looked like I’d been sucking on a lemon. “No, I’m not telling people I got frisky with an old dude.”

His mouth dropped open in question, but my only answer came as a hand on my hip. See? Bringing age into an argument was a shit thing to do.

“So it’s the age thing you’d have a problem with and not the dead bodies.”

Oh. I peeked behind me at the rows of coffins. “Those too.”

Tony opened the door just enough to push his body out of it and then waited for me.

We both stopped on the other side, trying to blend back into the now larger group of people waiting for the funeral.

“Age doesn’t really matter to me,” I said and crossed my arms to lean against the wall, mimicking Broadrick’s earlier position. My ex used it as the reason he broke things off between us, but after eighteen age was just a number. A person’s heart meant more than their birthday.

Broadrick, however, was absent. I did a sweep of the room and didn’t find his tall ass anywhere. Where had he gone?

Tony shook his head again. “Me either.”

I jerked my head once as a nod of acceptance. Glad we cleared that up.

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