Page 14 of Tested
“First one who can stand has to go get us a wet towel,” David murmurs, burrowing in closer to me. Trajan’s spooning both of us, our legs tangled together.
“That was some welcome home,” I manage, and we all laugh. Then I remember what I’d meant to say up front. “Uh, Sheena’s coming over after her last client.”
Trajan snorts a laugh, and David mutters “Buzz Killington” under his breath.
“Yeah, uh, I have a picture of the victim to show both of you.”
David throws a wild punch that lands somewhere between my ribs and my kidney, and Trajan starts laughing for real.
“All right. Playtime is over,” Trajan says. “Detective MacPherson’s back on the job.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have time for a shower before she gets here?”
They both groan. The biggest shower is on the upper floor. It’s going to be a while before my legs will be strong enough to manage two flights.
