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No matter how big he got, he was always a shithead. “I heard that.”
I got two clean bowls out of the dishwasher and filled them with the still-warm stew. Then added some crusty bread rolls to plates and took them to their table.
Liam thanked me, groaning with delight as he inhaled the aroma coming from the bowls.
I smiled to myself. I liked when people enjoyed my cooking. “Welcome. We’re done with practice for the night. But Liam knows how to lock up. Wash your plates.”
Liam stood and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks. Catch you later?”
I nodded. I’d known Liam my entire life. I didn’t even think twice about leaving him to lock the place up. I knew he’d take good care of my baby.
I handed the guys in the band their takeout containers and promised to see them again next week.
“Thanks, Eve. The Mrs. would have my hide if I came home empty-handed.”
“Can’t have that. I don’t need to be searching for a new guitar player. Should bring her down sometime. We haven’t seen her for ages.”
“I will. Night.”
“Night, guys.”
I watched them drive away, and then with a heavy sigh, got into my car. I drove home alone, to my empty house. Sometimes it got to me, that everybody seemed to have someone. The guys in the band had their wives and kids. So did Terry. Lyric had Amelia to keep her company at night. And lately, Fawn and Augie had been spending time together, so she wasn’t around much either.
“I need to get a puppy,” I mumbled as I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. My cat was nowhere in sight, probably mad at me for reasons known only to her. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t really a puppy I needed. An animal wasn’t going to be there to ask me how my day was or hold me close in the night and press kisses to my forehead. It wasn’t going to walk into my life in a policeman’s uniform and make me want things I’d thought I was just fine without.
I stared at myself in the mirror above my chest of drawers. “You’re an idiot. It’s attraction. Nothing more. You’ve been fine on your own this long, there is nothing you need from a man that you can’t do yourself.”
With a determined nod, I rifled through my drawers, looking for something to sleep in. I immediately went for a soft cotton nightshirt, but then my fingers brushed a sexy, low-cut black teddy, and I paused. How long had it been since I’d worn it?
I took it out, smoothing my fingers over the lacy bodice. And my immediate thought was that I would have loved to have worn this for Boston. If we’d been on speaking terms right now, I would have pulled it on and sent him a photo.
Tingles started deep between my legs. Fuck him. I’d put it on for myself, then I’d take a sexy photo and save it for someone who deserved it.
I shimmied out of the dress I’d worn to the club, unsnapped my bra, and took it from my shoulders, before tugging my panties down my legs. I swapped them for the lacy one-piece, lifting my boobs and fitting them into the material so they sat nicely. The lace brushed against my bare pussy, the need inside me growing. I let my hair down and fluffed it up in the mirror. At the last second, I touched up my bright-red lipstick. I studied my reflection in the mirror, twisting to the back to check out my ass.
“His loss,” I determined. I looked hot. Too bad for Boston.
I held up my phone, taking a few selfies of myself staring seductively into the camera. And then I flicked off the lights and crawled into bed. I scrolled through the phone, checking each photo and deleting the ones that weren’t as flattering, leaving me with one I loved. My lips were full and pouty, my cleavage on display, the barest hint of nipple showing through the sheer material. My hair had a sex tussled appearance, and my cheeks were flushed pink.
My finger hovered over the photo. I wanted to send it to him. There was no denying that I wanted him to see me like this. Instead, I scrolled back to the video he’d sent me, back when we’d actually been speaking to each other. I watched him jerk off for maybe the hundredth time, and I reached between my legs.
My phone let out an obnoxious ring, Liam’s smiling face popping up on the screen. I let out a frustrated groan. “Shit timing, Liam,” I muttered. But I hit the ‘answer’ button. “What’s up?”
Liam’s voice was solemn. “Hey. You need to come back to the club. There’s been a shooting.”
18
BOSTON
Ihated my new partner. To be fair, the guy was probably okay, but he could have been the nicest person on the planet, and I still would have hated him just because he wasn’t Jayela. Even worse was the fact the chief had forbidden me from actually working. When I complained about desk duty, he’d allowed me to go out in the squad car with Richards, under the guise of getting to know each other.
I wasn’t interested in making small talk. But it was better than sitting at a desk or babysitting William Reed.
At least I thought it had been. Until Richards started firing questions at me as we drove around the hood. Everything from my favorite color, to where I’d vacationed as a kid. At some point, I tuned out completely and stopped answering. So the car was dead silent when the call came in.
“Shooting at Saint View Strip Club. All available units please respond. Address…”
I jerked upright in my seat and grabbed the walkie-talkie from its holder. “Did you say Saint View Strip Club?”
