Casey Jones Mysteries Vol. 1-6 (Casey Jones Mystery Series) by Katy Munger

Author:Katy Munger [Munger, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery & Detective, General, Fiction, Women Sleuths
Published: 2017-11-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

I have a short attention span when it comes to men, which I blame entirely on my ex. The moment someone reminds me of Jeff, I show him the other side of the door. This theory lacks introspection, but it does explain why I suddenly had a powerful need to see Burly that night.

Burly is the opposite of Jeff in many ways, including the most important one: while Jeff is ruled by his pecker—making him the modern-day equivalent of the pea-brained dinosaur—Burly can't even feel his. He is my knight in shining armor, though his armor comes with wheels. He couldn't help me forgive, but he might be able to make me forget.

I drove out to Chatham County in weather so cold that the squirrels slipped from ice-covered tree branches like a cartoon gone mad. In the early twilight, Burly's farm looked like a page from a fairy tale. It was frozen over with a layer of frost, and a peaceful column of smoke spiraled from the chimney.

He was in the kitchen cooking Brunswick stew, a process that required the use of at least six pans. Cooking's a great hobby for a guy in a wheelchair, especially one with a total pig for a girlfriend. Did I mention that I don't do dishes? I try to make up for it by licking my plate clean.

I sat down on Burly's lap, ripped his shirt open and starting licking the hollows of his collarbone. There's really no other way to show his world-class shoulders the proper respect.

"Hey," he protested, "you popped my buttons into the stew."

"This is an emergency," I explained. "I just saw my ex-husband."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" he complained, turning the stew to low and rolling us toward the bedroom. "By the time I get done, you won't remember his name."

He was right. In fact, by the time he got done, I couldn't remember my own name. Afterward, I ate half a pot of Brunswick stew to regain my energy. When I was done, I put the mixing bowl on the floor for our inert hound to lick, but the effort of raising his head proved too much for Killer. He simply yawned and went back to sleep.

"Incredible," I called out to Burly. "Not only is he too lazy to get up and piss, he's too lazy to eat."

"That hound will have to get his priorities straight one day," Burly yelled back. His mind was on more important matters. In a show of solidarity with all guys after sex, he was watching sports on television.

I wandered lazily into the living room, hoping to complain about my ex. No such luck. I stopped short, knowing that life had just staged one of its infamous schizo-turns and that, warm house and hot sex aside, I was suddenly looking at trouble. Burly was hunched over, staring at the television, his face and body frozen—the way he gets when he's been reminded of what he had to give up.

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