Page 73 of Possession

Frustration curled in my belly and transferred out to my fingertips. My nails bit into my palms. “What the hell is this list?”

“My guess?”

I really didn’t want to know. I’d watched enough movies and heard enough stories over the years. “Yeah,” I said softly.

“Tax shelters or shell companies most likely. Emphasis on the latter.”

“What the hell was my grandmother into?”

“We’re going to figure that out.” He closed the laptop and turned me around. “Tomorrow.”

I sighed. “It’s already tomorrow.”

He settled his hands on my shoulders. “Even more reason that we should get a few hours of sleep, preferably in a row. I’m going to hack at this in the morning.”

I frowned up at him. “And what the hell am I going to do?”

“Keep my business running.”

“Oh,nowI’m good enough to be back at work?”

“You always were.” He tipped up my chin. “Too good—more than I’m comfortable with, Ms. Copeland.”

“I think that was a compliment.” I squinted at him. “Sort of.”

“Bed, Ms. Copeland.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Chapter 19

Grace

Iflipped stations on the television as I waited for Blake to finish his shower. Cranky didn’t even cover my mood that morning. Three hours of sleep was worse than no sleep at all as far as I was concerned.

I perched on the end of the bed as annoying, chirpy morning show voices drove me closer to the edge. Finally, I got so deep into the channels I found syndicated television. Six in the morning was made for kickass monsters, evidently.

I paused when Cordelia Chase shrieked. Yeah, I could do with some Angel to start the day. “Come on, Cordie, I know you’re more kickass than that.”

“Are you talking to an inanimate object?”

I twisted to look at Blake. “I talk to you all day, don’t I?”

“I suppose I walked into that. Though to be honest, I’m rarely sitting still.”

“That’s true.” I climbed off the massive bed and padded across to him. His hair was slicked back and wet, and a towel was tucked low on his hip.

So domestic.

I’d been getting used to the sleeping-in-the-same-bed thing, but he was rarely there when I woke up. “What’s so special today? You’re usually gone well before five.”

“Evidently, I’m missing out on vampires and screams for my trouble.”

“Don’t knock it. Vampire detectives are very sexy.”

“Is that so?” He glanced at the television. “I suppose. If you go for the cro-magnon, Neanderthal type.”

I swiveled back to the wide screen television. “I suppose his forehead is a little prominent. Or it could be the vampire makeup.”

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