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I couldn’t take my eyes off her sexy ass as she walked to the refrigerator.
“Want some ice cream to follow the coffee we didn’t get to finish?”
She hadn’t volunteered it, so I asked. “You know that detective?”
“Yeah. What flavor do you like?”
I forced myself to look up as she turned around. “What do you have?” The questions about Detective Beal were going to have to wait.
She leaned over to open the freezer compartment. “Picky, huh?”
My eyes scanned her form as she checked. “I like to lick the simple flavors.” Fuck tiramisu. Licking some ice cream off that body would be a perfect way to end the evening. If she noticed what I’d said, she didn’t show it.
“Let’s see… Pineapple coconut, mango, peaches and cream.”
“Please, tell me you have something normal?”
She shrugged. “Lara bought these.” She rummaged around. “And chocolate fudge brownie.”
I walked up behind her. “Now that’s what I call a winner.”
She pulled it out, set it on the counter, and turned, running right into me. “Oh.”
I grabbed her and didn’t let go as propriety demanded.
She looked down. “Sorry.”
“I’m not,” I admitted.
The feel of her breasts pressed against me brought my cock to life and prevented any more intelligent conversation. I backed away and let go of her.
“Uh…” A beautiful blush grew in her cheeks—she’d felt it too, the attraction. She walked around me. “Bowls.”
I turned to keep my eyes on her.
Pulling bowls down from a cupboard, she glanced back at me. Her lips turned up to tell me she’d caught me watching, and it didn’t bother her.
We sat at the kitchen table after she served up the ice cream.
Nicole closed her eyes, and a low hum of appreciation escaped as she swallowed her first spoonful. “This is good.”
“A lot better than mango,” I agreed.
I ate slowly, but the dessert was still done sooner than I wanted.
“You know that detective?” I asked again as she cleared the bowls.
Nicole rinsed the dishes and moved them to the dishwasher before answering. “Yes.”
I wasn’t settling for a one-word answer. “And the incident he mentioned?”
She sat again, wringing her hands. “That was a tough time for Lara—for both of us.”
I waited for her to explain at her own pace.
“There’s no easy way to say this.” She straightened up in her chair. “Vern Parker was her boyfriend, and he was murdered in our orchard.”
That stopped my breathing for a second.
