The Debt (The Bridge Series Book 2) by Ann Howes

Author:Ann Howes [Howes, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ann Howes Pubishing
Published: 2019-01-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Thursday around noon

Zander lay on his side—his lips connected to her shoulder, keeping his eyes shut while he waited for that emotion storming through his chest to go away. Except the longer he waited, the stronger it got. He was gonna embarrass himself.

“Gonna deal with the condom, babe,” he managed without his voice breaking.

“’Kay,” Terra mumbled, rolling her head to look at him, with a smile so sweet he almost lost it.

Somehow, he didn’t as he untangled his leg from hers, and strutted to the bathroom. Yet, when he turned to shut the door, he couldn’t stop himself from taking her in, lying on his bed, those curls like a halo all fanned out looking so fucking lovely it made his heart stop.

Like she belonged.

He hardly had the door shut and the condom knotted when he couldn’t anymore and sat on the edge of the massive oval tub, letting his eyeballs leak.

He’d heard of this happening to people after sex.

Shit, Chuck admitted he cried the first time with Ginny.

But besides getting off, he’d never felt anything other than mild affection for any of the women he fucked. He took them in his office, made sure they got as much out of it as he did. Sometimes more. Then he kissed them goodbye and that was that.

Never in his home, never in his bed—and never had he felt anything like this.

Told you, son. Chuck’s gravelly laugh echoed in his head. Now you’re awake.

He allowed himself five more seconds, cleared his throat and rose to snatch toilet paper from its fancy little brushed-nickel holder. After blowing his nose he washed his face, flinching at the icy water. Then he cowboyed the fuck up.

When he left the bathroom, Terra had shifted to a sitting position with the sheet covering her body while she stared at her phone. His brain took snapshots and stored them for later use. He wanted to paint her, looking exactly like that. But when she looked up, instead of a smile, she had a frown on her face.

“Shit, babe, what’s up?”

“The medical examiner has released my mom’s body, and the cops want to talk to me again. Apparently, they have an update and…more questions.”

“Well,” he said, and sat facing her, smoothing a curl behind her ear. “They’re just gonna have to wait until I’ve fed and plied your beautiful ass with coffee.”

A small smile touched her mouth. “You have a fixation on my ass.”

He smirked and was about to pull her into a kiss when his phone, still tucked in his sweats pocket, vibrated. He sighed but leaned over and snagged it off the floor.

Carmine: Need to talk. ASAP.

Shit.

This couldn’t be good.

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