Page 57 of Grave Danger

Cody batted at the dangling ends of Demetrius’s tie. “We just wore these fucking things. If you can’t tie your own, how are you going to do mine?”

“Because I really, really like to do you.” Demetrius smiled as he worked Cody’s tie into what might actually become an acceptable knot.

A quick grin, there and gone, but a grin nonetheless, was his reward. With the week they’d had, he’d take it.

“You’ve gotten a lot more dirty-minded since you married me.”

“I was dirty-minded before,” Demetrius said, focusing on the tie. “I just never shared it with you.”

“Why not?”

Demetrius finished Cody’s tie with a quiet, “Ahhh,” and slid the knot up to his throat. “Because my dirty thoughts were mostly about you.”

Cody leaned down for a kiss. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky us.” Demetrius turned to the mirror again and took a step back until his shoulders and ass pressed against Cody’s front. “Now, I need to do me.”

“You’re a tease,” Cody whispered into his ear, dipping his tongue inside.

Demetrius lifted one shoulder as he squawked in surprise. He lost track of where he was in the process and had to start over, giving Cody’s reflection a gentle glare.

“Stop distracting me.”

“Says the guy grinding against my crotch.” Cody put his big hands on Demetrius’s hips and lowered his voice to seduction mode. “Do we have time?”

“No. We’re already running late.”

“The Widow won’t care.” Cody dipped his head down and nibbled the side of Demetrius’s neck. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“Ah! Stop it! I almost had it.”

“And I made sure you lost it.” Cody pouted at him in the mirror. “Sorry.”

“Liar.”

“Who, me?”

Demetrius focused long enough to get his tie knotted correctly and tightened it up to his throat. “Ugh. I can’t imagine wearing one of these all day. What the hell?”

“But our coveralls are so much more comfortable.”

“Good point.” Demetrius looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, then stepped to the left so he could see Cody’s reflection. Lifting his tie from his chest, he inspected the pattern and made a face before letting it drop again. “How long ago did we buy ties?”

“2002?”

Demetrius chuckled. “Probably right. Okay, let’s get a move on. And, to address your previous statement, the Widow is too going somewhere. She’s going to the cemetery.”

Cody huffed a breath. “The cemetery producing all the zombies? Yeah, she’ll be climbing out of that grave within a day.”

“God, I hope not. Can you imagine how bad of a driver zombie Widow would be?”

They gathered their personal items and left the house. The Cadillac waited at the curb. Eileen had suggested they drive the Cadillac to the visitation and the graveside service. Cody hadn’t wanted to attend the graveside service, but Demetrius had made the point that he’d inherited one of her most prized possessions, so they needed to be at both places.

Cody drove, one hand loosely hanging on the bottom of the steering wheel as he reached across the wide bench seat to hold Demetrius’s hand. With the bench seat moved back to accommodate Cody’s long legs, Demetrius felt pretty far away from the dashboard.

“I know we’re killing off a big swath of the rainforest or making some species go extinct by driving this thing,” Cody said. “But it handles better than any other car or truck I’ve driven.”

“You almost sound like you want to figure out how to drive it more often.”