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I snorted. “As if an ex-gangbanger would know the right thing.”
“The right thing isn’t about laws but morals. Things you can live with that let you sleep at night versus things that don’t.”
“Are there many things that keep you awake?”
“Not anymore. I sleep more than I’d like,” he admitted, looking momentarily confused.
“And, apparently, I was more tired than I realized. God, I hope I don’t wake up on the shop floor. If Brayden finds me there again…”
“Brayden being the man you haven’t had sex with.”
“Only because of circumstance. It’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of when.”
“A real lover wouldn’t make you wait.” He stepped closer, and I had to angle my head to see him.
“He’ll wait because he doesn’t want his dick to look like something took an ax to it.”
Mahoney frowned. “You want to cut off his cock?”
“More like he’ll look like it’s been murdered if he puts it anywhere near my girl parts. I’m on my period.”
“His loss. My gain.” He moved in, and I dodged out of reach.
“What part ofI’m on my perioddid you not understand?”
Rather than appear repugned, he grinned. “What’s a little blood between friends? Nothing a shower can’t fix.” He put one hand on my lower back, tilting me into him.
I put my hands on his chest and shoved to regain some distance. “Stop acting like you’re irresistible.”
“Then stop looking at me like you’d enjoy climbing me for a good ride.”
“I am not!” I huffed.
“If I put my hand down your pants, wanna bet you’d be wet?”
“Yeah, because I’m fucking bleeding. So, hands off.” I moved out of his zone to give myself breathing space. I rubbed my forehead. I really should wake up. Nodding off in the garage couldn’t be healthy. What if the lingering gas made me pass out? What if it wasn’t safe, and I’d put myself back in danger?
“Let’s get you back to bed so I can go.” Mahoney tried to steer me in the direction of my bedroom.
“Go where? I thought this was your house?” My sarcastic rejoinder.
“Maybe there is something to what you’ve told me. At times, it’s as if there are things out of reach. Something important I’ve forgotten…”
“Like why you disappeared?” I prodded as he sat me on the edge of the bed.
“I would have never just left. Not without taking care of Ginny. I have to find her,” he muttered before walking through the wall of the house.
Like a fucking ghost.
My stomach cramped, and I glanced down to see the stain on my pants had grown and caught the edge of my sheet. Gross. And I’d been too busy arguing with a dead man to do anything about it.
As I ran water in the bathroom, taking care of the murder scene in my pants, it occurred to me how real this all felt. But it wasn’t until I actually woke in my bed the next day, my pants still soaking in the sink, my sheet stripped, and me lying on a towel, that it occurred to me I must have either blanked out coming back from the garage or sleepwalked. Either way, I’d lost time again because no way had Mahoney, ghost or not, carried me.
In other news, according to the internet, yet another body had been found overnight. The third one attributed to the resurrected Triclaw Killer.
I waited all day for Brayden to visit. In the end, I had to settle for the text he sent.
Busy. Miss you. Promise to bring a dozen donuts if I can get free.
