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“Do you have an explanation of how your prints got on the knife if you didn’t put it in the door nor touch it afterward?”
She shakes her head, then looks up. “Wait. Do you have a picture of the knife?”
“Not on hand, but it has been photographed as evidence.”
“I do,” I volunteer, scrolling through my phone. “I took it as she called you.”
Calli accepts the phone and zooms in. “It’s hard to tell from that angle and it’s kind of dark, but I think that’s the same knife that was stolen from my car during the break-in. I used to keepit in my glove box.” She looks up at Officer Anderson. “I reported the theft when my window was broken.”
“That’s convenient,” Officer Fulton says.
Calli doesn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to address Officer Anderson. “I didn’t put the knife in the door. If my prints were on it, they must be from before it was stolen. Do you have any other news for us or is that it?”
“Mr. Shaw has told us you would have no need for money. Would you be willing to share your financial information to corroborate that? We can clear up this misunderstanding and move on with the investigation.”
Calli doesn’t hesitate. “No, clearly Officer Fulton has some issue with me, and I won’t be laying my personal information out for him to peruse. Get a warrant. We’re done here. If you have more questions, I’ll come in with a lawyer.”
“That’s fine,” Officer Fulton says, tossing a smart assed grin our direction. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the trouble stops now.”
Calli waits in the kitchen as I escort them out.
When I return, she’s sipping on a coffee and pulling a small dish of honey from the microwave. “Do you want some honey on toast?” she asks, putting two slices of bread into the toaster.
“No thanks.” I hook my arm around her, pulling her back to hug her from behind. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” She pats my arm and lets me hold her a second until the toast pops up.
Releasing her, I lean against the counter. “I think we should get a lawyer on retainer in case they come at you again. And we’ll hire our own investigator to help us figure out who’s doing this to us.”
“Do you think someone could’ve figured out that you’re Nameless? A crazy fan or something?”
“I don’t think so, but I suppose it isn’t impossible.” I hate how stressed out she looks. “Let’s go out this afternoon. Let me take you to a movie or shopping. Whatever you want.”
“Are you sure? It’s been a week. If shit is going to start again, it’ll be soon.”
“I know. We’ll get back before dark.”
Her smile is worth any amount of risk. “I’d like that. First, I want to show you something.”
She leans on the counter beside me, showing me her phone. “This isn’t everything, but it shows some of my investment accounts.”
“Hey.” I avert my eyes and look into hers. “I don’t need to see that. Do you think I don’t believe you?”
“No, but…I need you to see it. I won’t stop overthinking it if I don’t show you that I don’t need anyone’s money.”
“I could kick that cop in the fucking nuts,” I grumble and let her scroll to show me her substantial accounts.
She chuckles, setting her phone down to retrieve the honey and a spoon. “I was tempted.”
As she drizzles the honey onto her toast, a bit drips onto the back of her other hand. Without a thought, I pull her hand up to my mouth and suck it from her skin. She freezes for a moment. The way her lips part and her cheeks redden has me hard in seconds. Nothing sexual has happened between us in the last week but there’s only so long I can fight it. We’ve both been under so much stress and pressure. We need a release.
She agrees, judging by her next move. With a little grin, she dips her finger in the dish of warm honey and holds it out to me. Before I can move, she pulls it back and lets a few drops fall on her neck. It runs in a rivulet down to her collarbone as she sucks the rest of it from her finger.
She gasps when I grab her hips and lift her onto the table, my tongue catching the honey and following it back up to her neck.She tilts her head as I lick away every trace from her skin. I pull her shirt off and press on her shoulder. “Lie back.”
“Here?” she chuckles, when I slide her pajama bottoms off as well, leaving her lying bare on my kitchen table.
I pick up the bowl of honey, testing the temperature with a fingertip. Hot but not too hot. Perfect. “You started it. Now you’re just going to have to wait for me to finish eating.”
