Page 142 of Three for a Girl

“I kept the puzzles.”

“Good.”

“I may have even ordered you a new one. Firemen and their hoses.”

Romeo ducked down and nipped Chad’s neck. He kissed over the mark and sneaked his hands under Chad’s shirt.

“Wait.” Chad said, pulling away. “I’ve got something else for you.”

He jogged over to his car and flung open the trunk. Romeo approached, and rested his hands on the edge of the trunk. He shook his head, glaring at the folders.

“Some dusty looking files. Thanks.”

Chad chuckled. “They’re cold cases.”

“Cold cases.”

“You like games, and puzzles, right?”

“Right.”

“You win these by solving them, and you can probably guess the reward.”

Romeo hummed, smiling.

“The rules are as follows: you need to prove to me who the killer is, and only the

killer—”

“Or killers.”

“Killer or killers get hurt. We bring them here, they confess, and then…”

“You’ll let me.”

Chad nodded. “I’ll let you.”

“You’re like the game master…”

Chad licked his lips. “Master. I like the sound of that.”

“Holding all the cards.”

“Holding the chain more like.”

“You getting off on that?”

“No.”

Romeo lifted his chin. “Admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“Watching me kill got you going.”

“No, it didn’t.”

He hummed. “Big fibber, four letters.”

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