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Slate’s hands gripped my ass and lifted me. My legs wrapped around him automatically and his cock was long and hard right where I wanted him. He moaned and then I moaned. “Emma,” he growled when he tore his lips from mine. “You have to go.”
“I do,” I answered with a disappointed sigh. “Later?”
He smiled. “Later.” It was a promise, one I could look forward to cashing in.
Chapter 19
Emma
“Damn it is so good to see your face.” Sara flashed a big smile the moment she opened the door before she yanked me inside and wrapped me in a hug so tight it pushed all the breath from my lungs. “Get in here and tell me everything!”
I smiled. The most unforgivable thing I ever let Alex do was come between me and Sara. He didn’t like her, thought she was a bad influence, mostly because she didn’t put up with his controlling ways, and then he proceeded to make it harder and harder for us to see each other. “Where should I start?”
Sara’s eyes rounded almost comically. “Seriously? Start at the woodchipper where you stuffed Alex’s dead body.” Her smile turned into laughter and though it was a welcome sound, her words hit a little too close to home.
For all I knew that was exactly where his body had been disposed of because I hadn’t asked. I didn’t want to know and Slate probably wouldn’t tell me if I did. While Sara continued laughing, I looked away.
Her laughter stopped. “No.” Her eyes were wide, but it wasn’t shock. It was glee. “You didn’t.” She mouthed the words and looked around her apartment as if she thought her own place was bugged.
I shrugged rather than answer because what the hell else could I do? “I don’t know where he is.” It was the easiest answer on the off chance that she somehow ended up in the middle ofthis mess, which she might, if Mark came to her. “What did Mark want?”
Sara rolled her eyes. “He wanted to know what you did to his brother.”
“Him and the cops.” I caught her up on what I knew of the investigation. “They’re looking for him, but they still think I have something to do with his disappearance.” I rolled my eyes while she poured a glass of wine for herself. “I have to drive.”
“I’ll buy you a rideshare,” she offered.
I shook my head, “I borrowed my friend’s car, I need to get it back to him.”
She shrugged and set the bottle back down on the table.
We sat in silence for a while, but the weight of Sara’s gaze was heavy and eventually my mouth began to work on its own. “That’s not even the craziest part of all of this.”
She stopped drinking and stared. “Now you have my full attention.”
“The friend, the man who’s letting us stay with him? His name is Slate and he’s a biker. With curly black hair and gray-blue eyes.”
“No!” She set her drink down a little harder than necessary. “How the fuck did that happen?”
“Long story short, I called a number to get some help, and he showed up with one of his biker brothers. Before you ask, no, I haven’t told him yet, but I think he’s starting to suspect.”
“Holy. Shit.” She shook her head as if to dislodge the shock. “How does he not know that you’re the girl from that night? Ashlyn looks just like him!”
“I know but it’s not like black hair and blue eyes is that rare. I don’t think he even suspects that, just that he met me before. He’s probably slept with hundreds of women over the last six years, so why would he remember a one night stand?”
“Maybe your name jogged his memory?” Sara asked as she took a swallow of her wine.
I shook my head, “That night I was someone different, I said my name was Vick.”
“Oh,” she answered.
“I said something the other day while we were intimate and afterwards, I realized I said the same thing to him that night.”
“It couldn’t have been that unique.”
“It wasn’t really, but then he said, ‘it was fucking wow’ the same way he did that night and I’m positive he at least suspects.”
“Emma. I love you and I know you’ve been through the shit with douche-wagon, but you have to tell him.”
