Beer Money by Dani Amore

Author:Dani Amore [Amore, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, General Fiction, Thrillers, Mystery, Mystery & Detective, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780985913304
Google: khyplwEACAAJ
Amazon: 0985913304
Barnesnoble: 0985913304
Goodreads: 17384817
Publisher: Slogan Books
Published: 2012-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

The New Year broke fresh and pure. The breeze stirred gently outside, the sun peeked in through the windows. The snow in the boughs of the pine tree out front began to melt, their small droplets glistened.

I lay on my back, my hands clasped behind my head, and listened to the occasional sounds in my house as they obligingly carried over their rituals from the previous year. A rafter creak here, a wallboard pop there.

Eve stirred next to me and I turned my head to look at her. Her delicate face was made all the more angelic by her slightly parted mouth, her soft lips. Her left leg was thrown over mine, and I gazed at its muscularity, her firm thigh, her sculpted knee, and the smooth skin as it tapered down to her delicate ankle. I let my hand slide gently over her hip.

I listened to her breath, felt the heat where our two bodies joined, and luxuriated in her warmth.

I went back to looking at the ceiling and idly traced a spider crack in my ceiling plaster, one I had patched almost a year ago, but that continued to separate nonetheless. It ran from the center of the ceiling and meandered to the right side of the room, disappearing finally beneath the ceiling molding.

Eve rolled onto her back and reached out lightly with her right hand, trailing it down my left forearm until she found my hand and then laid hers gently on top.

"Good morning," she said, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning," I responded.

"Happy New Year," she said.

"Happy New Year to you, too." Her nostrils flared as she exhaled deeply. Burrowed into the pillow. "Do you want some coffee?" I started to get up, but she held my arm down.

"No, not yet."

I lay back on my pillow. I could still hear the wind outside. The noises of the house.

She opened her eyes. Watched me.

"Any New Year's resolutions?" I asked.

I heard her sigh.

"I'd tell you but I think it might scare you a little bit."

She ran her hand across my stomach. Circled a finger along my skin.

"I don't scare easily."

Another sigh. "Okay," she said. "I resolve to not wait until next New Year's to do this again."

I rolled onto my side and looked at her. Her eyes were wide, honest and vulnerable.

"Why would that scare me?" I asked.

Instead of answering, she said, "And you? What are your New Year's resolutions?"

My eyes ran over her body. Her skin was warm, much darker than mine, with soft curves and the occasional sharp angle.

"Ditto," I said.

We lay again in silence.

"That," I said, the slightest hint of hesitation and then I pressed on. "And to find out what happened to my best friend."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

I told her as much as I knew about Tim's murder.

She sat up. "Oh my God," she said. "I'm so sorry, Michael." She crossed her legs Indian style. "Can I help?" she asked.

I looked into her eyes. She was serious.

"No." I shook my head but inside, I was touched by her offer to help.

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