Page 34 of Fear the Reapers

He pushed the door open and helped me out of the shower.

Then we dried ourselves off, went back into my bedroom and fell into each other’s arms again.

Not stopping until a couple hours before sunup.

ChapterNineteen

HARLEIGH

The next morningwhen I woke, the bed was empty beside me.

Hunter had left several hours earlier, citing a task he needed to do for the club. I tried not to let his absence go to my head, because I knew he had his reasons. So I got up, put on some clothes, and walked to the diner at the end of the block.

I had just ordered breakfast when a shadow fell over my table. I glanced up to take in the sight of Brax standing next to me. All decked out in his uniform. It seemed to me this wouldn’t be a social call. He was likely pissed that after everything that had happened; I went out on my own.

“Where were you last night?” Brax asked.

“Hello to you too. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific. I’m a very busy girl,” I quipped.

“Where were you between the hours of ten and midnight?” he clarified.

I waved to the seat across from me. “Why don’t you join me, officer?”

“Cut the shit,” he replied. “Just answer the question.”

Someone had definitely pissed in his cornflakes this morning.

“I might be more inclined to answer your questions if you stop looming over me and sit down like a normal person. You’re drawing attention.”

He cursed under his breath and did as I asked. “Happy?” he said, then rolled his eyes.

“Just peachy,” I replied as I took a sip of my orange juice.

Before we could continue our conversation, Flo came over with my breakfast.

“Here you go, sweetie,” she said. She set the full plate of goodness in front of me. The sight of it made my mouth water. “Three scrambled eggs, bacon strips, hash browns, and toast. Can I get you anything else?”

I glanced at Brax. “You hungry?”

“Coffee, please,” he told her.

“Coming right up,” she told him, then rushed to get it.

“Are you going to answer my questions now?” he asked.

“Do I need to get a lawyer?”

“Do you want one?” he asked, as Flo set his cup of coffee in front of him.

“Maybe, maybe not. What I asked is do I need a lawyer,” I repeated, even though I knew full well if he was asking about what I thought, then I definitely needed someone to represent me.

“Fuck,” he responded. “After everything we’ve been through and what I’ve told you, do you honestly think I’m here to arrest you?”

“That’s not the point. What I’m wondering is whether you’re here in a professional capacity, or as the guy I fuck sometimes?”

“You and I both know that it’s more than sex between us.”

“Maybe I like a little foreplay,” I responded.

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