On Best Behavior (C3) by Jennifer Lane

Author:Jennifer Lane [Jennifer Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Goodreads: 17278243
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2013-09-21T22:00:00+00:00

15. Conflate

LIFE WAS GOOD on the outside. If Ricker had more cash in his pocket, then it would be perfekt. His payday from Enzo was still a ways off because that Fredrickson bitch had refused to talk about her brother-in-law last night. He’d peppered Ashley with questions about her dead husband’s family, under the guise of mourning their common losses, but she’d given him zilch. And she’d only allowed one prudish kiss before she shoved him out the door.

But then he’d found a way to release his frustration. A most satisfying way. While writhing on the dance floor at a club in Boys Town, he’d met a bottom to his top—a skinny little Cuban piece of ass…and what a nice little piece of ass. The boy even had an apartment nearby, which Ricker had promptly commandeered and called his own. After a night of delicious debauchery, he’d left the boy to his chores, including laundering the sheets and scrubbing the kitchen floor. Little Daisy Fuentes’s naked body sported a smoking red butt as a reminder to keep busy while his boss was gone.

Now he sauntered down the sidewalk, whistling Petula Clark’s golden oldie “Downtown” and perverting the lyrics in his head:

Boys Town, can go down on sweet-cheeks in

Boys Town, you’ll never be lonely in

Boys Town, all fucks will be free for you…

He stopped short when he noticed a tiny white furball shivering on the sidewalk, its leash tied around a street sign. Was that speck of fur a dog? If so, it was the smallest he’d ever seen.

Scanning the surrounding area, he saw only a few pedestrians scurrying down the sidewalk. Bells jangled to his left, and a boutique door opened. Ah, here’s the owner. But the woman who stepped out simply turned and walked away without a look in his direction.

He kneeled to inspect the little fella. The dog wore a white fluffy sweater, meaning its body was even scrawnier than he’d thought, under that layer. The owner must’ve given a damn about the creature. When he reached out to souse the dog’s ears, a growl rumbled in its throat.

He laughed. “You’re a big beast, yah? You want a piece of my hand?”

The little white shit’s lips curled back to bare its teeth.

His smile vanished. At right was some frou-frou vegetarian restaurant, and two men were just getting up from the table near the window—maybe to pay their bill? Were they the tiny white fuck’s owners? Resuming his whistle, he casually untied the leash and scooped the dog into his jacket. He kept his hand clamped around the dog’s muzzle to prevent the little asshole from barking or biting. The dog mustered a soft whine, and he whistled louder to mask the sound as he strolled back the direction he’d come.

A smile tugged at his mouth as he turned the corner, his theft undetected. He now felt one step closer to Grant Madsen.

***

Grant glowered at Agent Bounter as he sat across from him in Mr. Remington’s office. His faux-girlfriend

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