Page 29 of Sweet Sin

“This line safe?”

“It’s a brand new phone, but hell if I know.”

“I’d feel better if you came to the shop.”

I sigh. “Fine. Tell me this much, if you can. Did the name Miles McAllister come up in your research?”

Again, silence.

All the answer I need.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can in the morning.” I end the call.

If Lance won’t talk over the phone, this must be information that’s dangerous to have.

I’m pretty sure my phone isn’t tapped. It’s brand new, but from now on, I’ll be using burners just in case.

Damn.

I’m out of prison, but I don’t feel any safer than I did on the inside.

That’s not how it’s supposed to be.

I got involved with my parole officer.

Sure, it doesn’t say a lot for our ethics, but man…who should be safer?

She’s works in law enforcement. She should be clean as anything. Certainly not any reason why someone would come after either of us.

Should have kept my dick in my pants for sure.

But I didn’t, and I can’t bring myself to regret it.

Savannah Gallo has the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been in, and I’m not in any mood to give up fucking her.

What if I’d gotten the info from Lance sooner?

Nope.

I’d still be fucking her.

And I’d still be enjoying the hell out of it.

I head into the bedroom. Savannah is still on the phone, and her eyes are sunken and sad but still dry. I don’t want to disturb her, so I whisper, “I’m going to take a shower.”

She nods and continues her conversation.

I step into my huge master bathroom and turn on my shower, twisting the knob for water and then for steam.

A steam shower sounds like heaven after what went down earlier.

I need to cleanse every bit of this day from my pores.

Except fucking Savannah, of course. But I’ll do that again soon.

I still wish she’d let me take her to the ER, but I understand her reluctance. I don’t want to recount this story either.

Which reminds me. I need to call my father.

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