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There’s a collective groan and I lean into my woman, who chuckles into my chest.
“I love this place, and I love you.”
“I love you too, Pixie.”
Tank
Ican’t fucking believe I’ve been dragged downtown to face questioning. Maybe dragged isn’t the correct word. Sergeant Davies was actually really good about it, didn’t cuff me and let me ride shotgun. I get a feeling the man knows this is bullshit, but is just doing his job. That’s why I don’t give him too much shit and decide to listen like a good little boy and follow all the instructions.
Which is why I’m sitting here in a holding cell minus my wallet, my knives and my boots.
Staring down at my feet, I decide that I’ll purchase new socks when I get outta here.
“Oh, hey, what are ya in for?” A peppy voice to my left asks. “Lemme guess. Hmmm, did you murder someone?”
Letting out a sigh, I don’t even look up. “Do you think it’d be a good idea to make small talk with a murderer?”
“So you DID murder someone? I knew it! How did you do it? Gun? Knife? Expanding foam in the rear end?”
My head snaps to the side. “What the fuck?”
“What?” Wide green eyes stare back at me. “People never think to use mundane DIY products in their murders. It’s always the same unimaginative carp.”
“Did you just -”
“Yes sir, clean mouth here. No cursing, that’s what my nana taught me. Well, no cursing out loud. In my books, I curse all the time.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she raises one back. This woman is probably crazy. Which would make sense because she’s the hottest woman I’ve laid eyes on in a long ass time. She’s sitting on the crappy wooden bench in the cell next to me, so I can’t tell how tall she is exactly, but from what I can tell she’s curvy as hell. Big tits, cleavage peeking out from the top of her pinup type dress, thick thighs, soft belly. Blonde curls, those big green eyes and pink pouty lips.
“I write romance novels. But not the usual stuff. My ones have murder in them. Sexy murder romance. Or romantic, murder sex.” She frowns at this.
“So, which one is it?”
Her head snaps up as if she forgot I asked her something. She squints at me, then waves a hand dismissively. “All the above. Maybe?” She shrugs and keeps talking. “So, was I right? Did you murder someone?”
The amount of words that keep spilling out of her is a little overwhelming, but I can’t imagine she’s going to be quiet anytime soon and I have no idea how long I’ll be in here for, so I may as well make the best of it.
“I was accused of assaulting someone.”
She nods as if that all makes sense. “I mean I get it. Your hands are the size of hams. The ones with the bones in.”
“Thanks?”
“You’re welcome,” she beams at me. “Wow, you’re really good looking. Such a sharp jaw. I bet you could grate cheese on that jawline. A total grater face. And your body looks like the muscles are really meaty. Like whole slabs of muscles instead of little piddly individual ones. What size are you exactly?”
“Excuse me?”
“Like how big are you? Height, weight, all that stuff. You’d make a great book character.”
I gape at her. There is no way in hell I’m going to be a sexy murder romance character. Instead of giving her my stats I decide to distract her.
“So, what are you in for? Did you murder someone?”
She snorts as if that’s the funniest thing in the world, “Puhlease. I’d never get caught if I did. But no, I’m in for harassment and indecent exposure.”
My brows hit my hairline. This somewhat sweet looking, maybe crazy lady went down for harassment and indecent exposure?
She lets out a sigh, her breasts heaving under her pretty dress, “Yeah, I approached a man, big, like yourself. I wanted to know if he’d be strong enough to lift me up and bang me against a wall, with clothes on. It was strictly for research, to see if it could be done. Anyway, I may have gotten a little dog and bone-ish and may have not taken no for an answer. So I followed him a little pleading my case and then, THEN when I finally decided to give up I slipped on an actual banana peel, ramming into him, taking him down landing with my face in his junk.”