Page 21 of Killer's Obsession
Chief: Zero found something. Get back when you can
I frown, typing out a quick reply.
Me: Got another stop. B back after
Brad hands me back my card along with a receipt for me to sign. “Delivery is scheduled for Friday morning between 9 AM and noon. Will someone be at the address to accept the delivery?”
“I will,” I confirm, scribbling my signature.
As we leave the store, two men loading a sofa into the back of a truck stop what they’re doing to watch my woman walk by. My hackles go up. I narrow my eyes and slip my arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against my side. I can feel her eyes on me, but I’ve got my own narrowed at the fuckers staring at her.
Mine.
“You’re doing it again,” she murmurs. My eyes drop, and I see the amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Doing what?”
“That growly, possessive thing.” She pokes me in the ribs. “It’s cute.”
Cute?Nobody’s ever called me fucking cute before. I should be offended, but the way she’s looking at me makes it hard to be anything but pleased.
We reach my bike, and I swing my leg over, holding out my hand to help her climb on behind me. She settles against my back, wrapping her arms around my waist, and I swear I can feel her smiling.
“Where to next?” she asks.
“Bed Bath and Beyond,” I answer, starting the engine. “Need to get all the other shit for the house.”
The ride across town takes about fifteen minutes. Memphis holds onto me tightly the whole way, her thighs pressed against mine, her chest against my back. It’s distracting as fuck, and I have to force myself to focus on the road.
I park right in front of the store and shoot off a quick text to Lid.
Me: Need you to bring the van to Bed Bath & Beyond. Got shit to haul to the house
I see the dots dancing as he types out his reply
Lid:
Rolling my eyes at his thumbs up emoji, I climb off my bike, then help Memphis down. As she turns to face the store, I get a good look at her ass, and a groan escapes me before I can stop it.
She glances back over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “Problem?”
“No problem,” I mutter, adjusting myself. “Just appreciating the view.”
Her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink again, and she swats at my arm. “Behave yourself.”
Inside the store, Memphis stops, looking around at the endless aisles of household goods. “So what exactly do you need from here?”
“Everything,” I admit. “Don’t have shit for the house. No sheets, towels, literally nothing.”
She stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. “Nothing? At all?”
I shrug. “Never needed it before.”
“How are we going to get all this back? We’re on your bike.”
“Lid’s bringing the van. He’ll take it to the house.”
“Ohhh.” She nods, understanding dawning on her face. “Smart.”
