Beverly Barton by The Last One to Die

Author:The Last One to Die
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-17T20:56:39+00:00

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When he ope-ned the do-or and saw her stan-ding the-re, Bobby Joe Har-te wasn't su-re whet-her he was glad to see her or sorry he'd ever met her. She was only a few ye-ars away from be-ing ja-il ba-it. But she su-re as hell didn't act li-ke any ni-ne-te-en-ye-ar-old he knew.

"Hey the-re, law-man." She-ri-dan Wil-lis pun-c-hed him in the chest with the tip of her in-dex fin-ger, ur-ging him; bac-k-ward, in-to his apar-t-ment. "Miss me?"

He didn't bud-ge, des-pi-te the fact his pec-ker throb-bed just lo-oking at her. "What do you want?

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Why are you; he-re?"

She puc-ke-red her lips in-to a fa-ke po-ut. "Now, is that any way to talk to a girl who knows how to gi-ve a guy a gre-at blow job?"

"Is that right? May-be if Jamie Up-ton was still ali-ve, I co-uld ask him." Damn, he hadn't me-ant to let that slip. When he'd he-ard Jacob and Dal-las dis-cus-sing sus-pects and they'd men-ti-oned She-ri-dan, he had be-en mo-re than a lit-tle sur-p-ri-sed.

"What ma-kes you think Jamie and I… that I ever ga-ve Jamie-"

Bobby Joe grab-bed her sho-ul-ders and jer-ked her in-to his apar-t-ment, then kic-ked the do-or shut. "I'm yo-ur ali-bi, you know. But how the hell do you think it's go-ing to ma-ke me lo-ok to the she-riff if I ha-ve to tell him you co-uldn't ha-ve kil-led Jamie be-ca-use you we-re too busy fuc-king my bra-ins out that mor-ning?"

"Why sho-uld the she-riff ca-re what you do when you're not on duty?" She-ri-dan la-id her hands over his whe-re they grip-ped her sho-ul-ders. "I'm of age. I'm not mar-ri-ed, and ne-it-her are you."

"Damn it, She-ri-dan, I sho-uld ha-ve sa-id so-met-hing to the she-riff when yo-ur na-me ca-me up on his sus-pects list." Hell, Jacob was go-ing to skin him ali-ve.

"Why didn't you?" She-ri-dan pul-led Bobby Joe's hands down her arms and aro-und her hips, then pla-ced them on her butt.

He swal-lo-wed as he ga-zed in-to her eyes. "I don't know. Stu-pi-dity I gu-ess. Or may-be I was just out-and-out em-bar-ras-sed that I'd had a one-night stand with a te-ena-ger. And not just any te-ena-ger, but Jamie Up-ton's fu-tu-re sis-ter-in-law, who just hap-pe-ned to be scre-wing aro-und with him."

Sheridan lif-ted her arms up and aro-und his neck and rub-bed her-self se-duc-ti-vely aga-inst him.

"Why do-es it ha-ve to be a one-night stand?"

"Slow down, girl." Bobby Joe tri-ed to push her away. "If you had a thing for Jamie, you su-re are do-ing a go-od job of co-ve-ring up yo-ur gri-ef."

Sheridan shrug-ged, then smi-led wic-kedly be-fo-re she wan-de-red aro-und the li-ving ro-om, lo-oking ever-y-t-hing over as if she we-re con-si-de-ring bu-ying the pla-ce. "I ca-red abo-ut Jamie. I'd ha-ve ma-de a bet-ter wi-fe for him than La-ura wo-uld ha-ve. God, she's such a wimp. Miss Go-ody-go-ody. Daddy's fa-vo-ri-te child." She-ri-dan whir-led aro-und and grin-ned at Bobby Joe.

"But I'm not one to was-te my ti-me mo-ur-ning a lost ca-use. Cut yo-ur los-ses and mo-ve on is my mot-to."

"You're a he-ar-t-less bitch."

Sheridan lif-ted the ed-ges of her long-sle-eved cot-ton swe-ater up and over her he-ad, ex-po-sing her up-per tor-so.

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