Page 61 of Remy

“Well, tell your story to the police, because they’re on their way.”

“No.” Ollie pushes harder against my chest. “You need to call them back. Tell them they don’t need to come. It’s a waste of resourc?—”

“It’s too late.” The old woman shrugs. “Look, they’re already here.”

The faint glow of red and blue blinks across her face from the front yard, the colors growing more adamant with the sound of an approaching car.

Lesley treks a few steps toward the imminent threat, the crunch of grass carrying from the other side of the fence.

Fury prickles my veins.

I drag Ollie closer into me, her body stiffening as I lean in to nuzzle her cheek.

“Be on your best behavior,” I whisper. “Naughty girls get punished.”

Her spine straightens. “And what if everyone realizes I’d have better taste than to spend time with someone like you?” she murmurs under her breath.

There she goes with that animosity again. It’s such an inopportune time to be turned on.

“Then people will die, my pretty little pyro, and you’ll be responsible.”

“Over here,” Lesley calls out. “Come this way.”

I grasp Ollie’s hips and turn her toward the path leading to the front of the house, my chest settled against her back. Then I grab my gun and point it against her ass.

Her breathing hitches.

“Just an FYI, your body is fucking flawless.” I slide my free hand around her waist to splay across her belly. “But that’s not my cock digging into your ass.”

She doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even move as Lesley continues to call for the cops.

“Such a good girl.” I nuzzle her hair, dragging her scent deep into my lungs. “Stay quiet and this will all go away.”

Another flashlight approaches, the bright illumination slicing around the building and slashing my eyeballs.

Ollie flinches.

I tighten my hold on her.

“We had a report of a suspected intruder,” a man states in a heavy Boston accent.

I keep my gaze averted, my jaw tight. “It was a false alarm.”

“Apparently,” Lesley mumbles.

The flashlight is dimmed and lowered, the silhouette of two officers coming into view near the front of Ollie’s house.

“It’s my fault.” I paste on a charming smile. “I wanted to check on Olivia but also didn’t want to disturb?—”

“He was snooping around her yard,” Lesley talks over me. “Peering in her windows and watching the house from his car parked across the street.”

“The Bentley is your vehicle, sir?” a young, male voice asks.

“It is. Is that a problem?” If only they’d lower the spotlight farther I’d be able to see their faces.

Ollie makes to step away, but I increase the pressure of my hold, a subtle growl vibrating from my throat.

She sucks in a breath. “Please, officers, I… I can’t take much more of this.”

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