Fractured by Cheyenne McCray

Author:Cheyenne McCray [McCray, Cheyenne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939778062
Publisher: Cheyenne McCray LLC

Chapter 15

White sand beaches and cabana boys

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At four am Kerrison and I stumbled into our Brooklyn apartment from our first afternoon and night and morning at the Elite.

We were friggin’ freezing since we’d forgotten our coats. Thank God for the car’s heater and that the central heat was on in the apartment. My fingers and toes started tingling immediately as they began to thaw out.

I didn’t know if I was going to collapse from sheer exhaustion or starvation, or if I’d explode from unadulterated fury before going on a killing spree at the Elite.

“All of the above,” I grumbled as I flung my stilettos across the room, barely missing a vase on an end table with one while the other stiletto thumped the wall beneath one window. The rental deposit should cover the dent the heel made.

My feet screamed from being wedged into those damned stilts for so long. My toes had already started to swell after I jerked the heels off in the car. When I’d removed them, I’d contemplated going back to the Elite and using them to commit murder—those nice, pointy heels made perfect weapons.

“All of what above?” Kerrison seemed to process that I’d spoken aloud as she closed her eyes.

“Collapse, eat, explode, homicide.” I jerked off my wig and tossed it onto the coffee table before massaging my scalp with my fingers. “And not necessarily in that order.”

Kerrison sprawled on the love seat, her long hair looking like tangled red yarn on the leather. Her makeup was smudged, and she had dark circles beneath her eyes. Her beaded fringed brown skirt was hiked all the way up to her waist, showing pink panties. “If you’re talking about going back to kill every man in that place, can we at least get an hour’s sleep?”

I plopped into a padded chair. “I’ll take a minute to think on it and get back to you.”

“Food” Kerrison sat bolt upright on the love seat.

At the same time, I caught the delicious smells and said, “Breakfast”

We both cut our gazes to the entrance of the kitchen, then looked at each other. Not even a second passed before we jumped to our feet and headed for the kitchen.

Donovan stepped into our path, and he was lucky we didn’t run him down. He carried an oval serving platter filled with a breakfast that smelled so good I knew I’d orgasm from eating just one sausage link. If I wasn’t so tired.

“Oh, God.” Kerrison looked like she was going to faint when she closed her eyes and took a deep inhale of the delicious smells.

A mountain of buttermilk pancakes, a pile of crisp bacon, lots of sausage links, and a mound of scrambled eggs were on the platter. He carried a pitcher of maple syrup in the hand that wasn’t carrying the platter.

“Get to the table, Agents Steele and Kerrison.” Donovan hadn’t shaven, and his two-day stubble made him look good enough to eat, too. He wore a gray T-shirt and Levi’s, and his feet were bare.

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