Busman's Honeymoon: the Savannah Martin Honeymoon Novella (Savannah Martin Mysteries) by Jenna Bennett

Author:Jenna Bennett
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw
Publisher: Magpie Ink
Published: 2015-09-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Rafe didn’t come back for hours.

I had finally fallen asleep, after spending what felt like an eternity fretting and wondering whether he’d come back at all, or whether I’d get a phone call telling me I had to arrange for bail. But then I woke up an hour later to the feeling of something heavy descending on the side of the bed, and a pair of lips fitting themselves over mine.

It’s a nice way to wake up. I stretched luxuriously, at the same time as I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, all of it without opening my eyes. I knew it was him, from the scent and the taste and the feel of him, achingly familiar by now.

One thing led to another, and it was thirty minutes later that I finally got around to asking, “How did it go at the sheriff’s office?”

By now, Rafe was naked and next to me on the bed, flopped on his back catching his breath. It took him a moment to answer. “I’m here.”

“I noticed. So at least they didn’t arrest you. Is that what you’re saying?”

He shrugged. Not an easy thing to do, lying down.

“Was there a chance they would?”

“Seemed like it for a bit.”

“That’s not good,” I said.

He shook his head. “I’m sick of this prison record coming back to bite my ass. Wish I woulda never touched Billy Scruggs.”

I wished he hadn’t, too. If anything should have the right to bite his posterior, it should be me. And the conviction would probably dog him for the rest of his life. Never mind that it was one single stupid mistake made by an eighteen-year-old kid whose mother had been beaten black and blue by her boyfriend, and that he had spent the past ten years risking his life every day to make up for it. As long as it was on his record, people wouldn’t allow him to forget.

“Maybe I shouldn’t forget,” he told me when I said so. “I almost killed the bastard.”

“And he killed your mother.”

He had no answer for that. Just kept looking at the ceiling. I turned over on my stomach—harder to do these days; a little bit like trying to get comfortable balanced on top of a beach ball—and leaned on his chest. “I love you.”

He glanced at me. “I love you, too.”

“I’m glad they didn’t keep you.”

He nodded. “Me, too.”

“Did it really look like they might?”

“It might could,” Rafe said. “Whoever finds the body is always a suspect. Add in two years for assault and battery, and I’m sure they were prepping the handcuffs.”

“So what happened?”

“We talked,” Rafe said. “I had’em call Wendell, but since it’s the weekend, ain’t like there’s anybody at the TBI who could verify that I work for them. And Wendell could be anybody.”

“We could ask Grimaldi to go to the house and find your ID and scan it here. She’s able to get in. She packed our bags.”

“I’m sure Tammy’s still in Sweetwater,” Rafe said. “And I ain’t calling her to save my butt.

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