Page 75 of Before We Were Us

“Haven’t heard from him?” Keeton asks as he leans in close. I shake my head, and set the phone back down. “He has a very unpredictable job, I know how that is.”

“I just miss him.”

“He misses you too.” I spin around to find Jensen standing behind me. Slouching, he cups my face and presses his lips to mine.

“You’re here,” I say with my lips still pinned to his. Jensen kisses me once more, his tongue dragging along my lips.

“I’m here.” He lays his forehead against mine. “I’m all yours until tomorrow.”

“The case?”

“I needed some time away.” He holds my stare. “I needed some clarity, and I needed my girl.”

forty-seven

. . .

Jensen

What I should say is that I needed to feel her and hold her close. Spending hours going through evidence and testimonies, footage, and anonymous tips coming in at all hours was wearing on me.

The idea that some crazy person entered the home of an innocent woman, attacked her and tortured her, before leaving her dead has left me unsettled.

Was it someone she knows?

Or was she someone this person handpicked from hundreds of possibilities?

Loving Brynn like I do, being so dependent on her, like she is a fucking part of me, it’s new.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink.” I press a kiss to her lips before releasing the hold I have on her. “I’ll be right back.” She nods and I walk toward the bar and motion for the bartender. Ordering my drink and another for Brynn I lean over and pull my phone out of my pocket.

Pulling up Brynn’s name I type out a message.

Me: BTW you look incredible.

I smile to myself thinking of her doing the same thing when she reads my text.

Brynn: You’re looking pretty good yourself.

Me: Good enough to sneak off somewhere and finish what I couldn’t this morning?

Getting a call to come to the station at a quarter after five this morning wasn’t in my plans. I spent the entire day with Brynn’s whimpers in my head, and visions of the way she thrust her hips as I feasted on her. I had every intention of spending a couple hours ensuring we both could barely walk but that got cut short.

Brynn: I finished!

I laugh thinking of her smirking down at her phone. She isn’t lying. I finished her off twice.

Me: The goal was four times babe, we were only halfway there.

“Sexting?” My body jerks in surprise when someone speaks close to my ear. Pulling back I look to my left and feel like I’ve been kicked in the nuts. The air in my lungs escapes me or so it feels. Staring into the eyes of my ex-wife, I wonder if I’m imagining things.

“Surprise.” Chrissy smiles at me. She looks good, not as good as Brynn, but better than she had the last time I’d seen her.

“I thought you were in rehab?”

“Got out yesterday.” She shrugs, leaning over, allowing her top to gape open. A black lacy bra jumps out against her pale skin and light pink top. She lifts her drink, something fruity as usual and sucks seductively on the straw.

“Six weeks of rehab completed and now here you are in a club. You aren’t wasting any time are you?”

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