Page 46 of Deadly Rescue

“I came for you. Then I came in you.”

She grins. “You’re full of yourself.”

“You’re full of me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Good lord, help me.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. The curve of her brow. The corner of her sexy lips.

A groan in the entryway of the apartment makes me stiffen. I push up off her. Hating the fact that I have to pull out. But there’s something big and ugly that needs to be taken care of.

“What was that?” she says, alarm on her face as I rearrange my cock back into my pants.

“A dead man, moaning.”

She scrambles up, fighting her dress. “No! Don’t kill him!”

“He fucking shot you. Point blank.” I start jerking open kitchen drawers.

“God, what are you looking for?”

“A knife. A big, fucking, sharp knife.”

“What?” she shrieks as she stares at me in horror.

I hold up a big cleaver. “This should do.”

Simona makes a squeak, her eyes roll back in her head and she falls to the floor in a dead faint.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

There’s a really bright light in my eyes. I blink. Groan. Ugh.

“Wake up, beautiful.”

“Huh? What?”

Scotch, wearing a worried expression, is leaning over me.

“You fainted.”

“Oh.”

I stretch. That’s when I realize I’m wearing a dress. My legs are bare and cold. I lift my head and look down at myself, puzzled by my attire.

“Take it easy. How are you feeling?”

“Confused.” I lick across my lips. A fuzzy memory surfaces. Then I feel all of the tender places inside of me and my memory comes flooding back. “Wait—”

Scotch pushes my hair back. “Remember?”

“Yes.”

“The knife?”

I nod. “You didn’t chop him up, did you?”

Narrowing those dark brows of his, he says, “Not yet. But I’m going to.”

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