Page 29 of Over Her Dead Body

He laughs once.

I kiss him again so I don’t have to hear it.

After that, things become less organized.

His mouth at my throat. My nails in his back. His hand between my legs.

The room tilts pleasantly enough that I decide not to object.

There are moments when something feels too familiar.

I refuse to examine them.

There are moments when it doesn’t.

I refuse those too.

For once tonight, I am not interested in solving anything.

I am interested in not thinking.

He proves unexpectedly useful.

By the time I come, Vienna is gone. Bauer is gone. Partnership is gone.

For several seconds, so is Reid.

That might be the nicest thing he has done for me all day.

Afterward, he lies beside me breathing hard.

Reality returns in pieces.

His ceiling.

His bed.

My blouse on the floor.

My dead husband’s face beside me.

Well.

That went well.

I stare upward until the room stops moving quite so much.

Then I turn my head.

“Why were you in Austin?”

His breathing changes.

Not dramatically.

But enough.

“You’re still doing it,” he says.