Page 113 of Never Die for a Sinner
Why he’s following me, I don’t know, but I do know it’s getting to be a nuisance.
When I arrive home, I immediately stomp upstairs, but instead of going to my room, I walk straight into Levi’s, stopping short when I find him buttoning a pair of jeans after a shower.
My voice gets caught in my throat when he turns to stare at me, my eyes latched on a water droplet that slips down his glorious abs.
“I’d invite you to lick it off, but I don’t have time.”
Rude.
“I-I . . . why would I do that?” I stammer, blushing because I have to admit a tiny part of me would have considered it.
Okay, a big part, but only because he put the picture in my head.
Levi smirks, his gaze running over me, before he looks away dismissively.
“What do you want, Ava?”
“You have to ask?”
He pauses, cocking a brow at me.
“If you’re referring to sex, baby girl, I’d love to stay and fuck you, but like I said. I have plans.”
God, could he be any cruder?
“What’s her name?”
“Her?”
“Yeah. I assume you’re off to see one of your . . .women.”
I hate the bitter jealousy sliding through me. I hate it even more when he flashes a cocky grin my way.
“Little ghost, are you jealous?”
“No,” I lie. “Just wanted to know so I could send flowers to her and offer my condolences. You know, sisterhood of the traveling dick.”
“Mmm . . .” he hums. “With any luck, she’ll be less clingy. Looks like I got enough on my plate with my housekeeper barging into my room unannounced every day.”
What. A. Dick.
“I’mthe clingy one? You’re the one following me.”
“Am I?” he challenges, flashing that devious smirk.
“How did you get home so fast?”
The amusement drains from his eyes, and my heart jolts in my chest like he’d stuck me with a cattle prod.
“I’ve been home all day, Ava.”
Ice slips through my veins, and I back up instinctively when he steps toward me, his T-shirt all but forgotten in his hands.
“No, you haven’t. You were just in town.” I say it slowly, as if maybe he’s had some temporary bout of amnesia and forgot. “You were watching me outside the nursing home.”
“Ava,” he says, like I’m a child who needs coaching. “I wasn’t following you today.”
I notice he said he wasn’ttoday, but if it wasn’t him, who was it?
