Page 95 of A First Sight

Drake straightened and listened.

“Unfortunately, I’m calling with bad news.”

“Okay. What is it?” I said.

“Dale has been released to his father.”

“I don’t understand. He’s an adult,” I said. “How does that even work?”

“He’s out on bail. His father posted it.” He sounded frustrated. “Dale convinced Judge Callahan he shouldn’t be held while the charges were ‘worked out.’”

“That fucker,” Drake breathed.

“I thought you deserved to know,” the detective said. “He could be dangerous.”

“He is.” I wasn’t afraid. Yet. At the moment, I was just numb.

“Don’t worry. I’m in charge of the case now,” Detective Kozuch said.

“Thank you,” I choked out the words. My adrenaline was pumping. How could Dale keep getting away with this? Was the entire system skewed in his favor?

“Are you in a safe place? Dale would have to be an idiot to come near you after all this, but–”

“I am,” I said. Drake squeezed my hand. “I’m with Drake Mac Gilleain.”

“Good, but maybe think about going out of town for a few days. Whatever you do, stay safe.”

The call ended. What a mess. What a fucking, fucking mess. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

Drake wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, kissing my temple. “Don’t worry, lass. We’ll handle this.”

I glanced at him.

“Detective Kozuch is right,” I said. “It would be a good idea for me to get away. Does that offer for your cabin still stand?”

“Of course,” he answered and then added, “But you’re not going there alone.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I said. “I know you’re busy with work.”

Drake raised an eyebrow. “But we are in this together.” He brushed some hair out of my face.

I flushed.

“Uncle Ben can handle the business,” Drake said. “He’s not quite retired yet.”

“I’d really love for you to come with me,” I confessed. I smiled at Drake.

He curled a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me forward until our faces were only an inch apart.

“You come first, Maggie. Always.” Then his mouth was on mine, consuming me in a deep, languid kiss that heated me to the tips of my toes and made my stomach flip.

When we broke apart, we were both panting, and I could see desire in Drake’s eyes.

“Bedroom?” I made it a question, although I was sure of the answer.

He kissed me again, bringing me to my feet as he stood. We tore at each other’s clothes as we stumbled to his bedroom, making it down to our underwear before we fell on the bed, Drake beneath me. I rocked against his erection, two layers of fabric between us frustrating and arousing at the same time.

Pushing up my bra, his hands palmed my breasts, squeezed them. I moaned and nipped his bottom lip. His hands slid down my sides to my hips, and he tugged me to his face.

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