Free Once Upon A Killing (A Gass County Novel Book 2) by Isabell Lawless

shit, I end it here and move on with my life.” His eyes wandered the walls of his bedroom once more as the sentence died off.
    “Why would you think I’m not interested in you?” she asked. “I think I kissed you first that day in the bakery, I’ve let you grab my behind and caressed my thigh in various situations, and I agreed to come with you to New York. How could those things possibly show that I’m not interested?”
    “Maybe it’s a guy thing but… we’ve never slept with each other.”
    She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her hair again, as if grabbing her thoughts by the roots.
    “Since you have been very clear with me the entire time that you’re not interested in a relationship I made up my mind not to be another notch on your bedpost. I’m not a weekend type of friend, or a friend with benefits. I’ve been married, as you know, and I want to be in a relationship similar to that again sometime. Have I been honest enough with you?” her voice softly caressing the words.
    His eyes held at the screen and as he kept the phone a little closer to his face it felt like she was laying right there next to him among those blue sheets. “Is it too late to try?” he asked suddenly.
    “Try for what?”
    “For me to be with you. Only you.”
    “Um… I’m not sure, Wayne.”
    Suddenly he sat up, the phone fumbled and the picture went erratic. “I’m coming over,” he grunted, and she watched him in the somewhat blurry video pulling on pants and shoes, grabbing a jacket from a top a chair and walking down what seemed to be a hallway on his end.
    “What? Now? No, no I’m sleeping. It’s in the middle of the night!” She panicked and realized she hadn’t shaved her legs for a period of days, sported a face containing puffy eyes from crying herself to sleep, hadn’t lost the ten pounds she wanted to over night, and was in her most unflattering outfit for an after midnight date with a hot specimen, such as Wayne. Or really with anyone.
    “Already heading out the door. See you in a few.” FaceTime Ended , the screen bleeped and she stared into its darkness.
    “Oh crap.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
    The last ten minutes since he’d dropped his call and showed her he was leaving his place in a rush must have been the quickest ten minutes on record. She hadn’t succeeded in almost anything she had wished, because her legs were still uncomfortably abrasive, her face bared nothing but the truth of the night, but at least her body was clad in a black satin nightgown. Better than Pooh Bear jammies, she figured. Anything was, really.
    The door bell rang the second the silky satin touched her mid-thigh and clung to her curvy body like a second skin.
    “Hi, can I come in?”
    “You drove all the way over here and it’s after one in the morning, so yeah, please come on inside,” her mocking didn’t go unnoticed, and as his boots brought him inside her entryway a crooked smile created a line on the side his cheek that she suddenly urged to run her tongue along. Her tongue tickled by the growth of hair that had appeared since she last saw him, and she liked it. A lot.
    His dark leather jacket slid off his broad shoulders, and he hung it up on one of the coat hangers next to hers. “What happened over there?” His finger pointed across the hallway to the pile of rubble that had fallen out of her purse earlier when, in pure rage and jealousy, she had tossed it across the room.
    “Oh, nothing. I just had a… moment and tossed the bag. I guess most of what was inside fell out on the floor.” Her hand pulled a strand of hair behind hear ear before she locked both arms across her chest.
    “Okay,” he mumbled, and pushed his hands down deep into his jeans pockets. And oh my goodness those jeans fit him well, she noticed: just perfectly tight around his thighs, and framing his butt like a piece of expensive art when he walked by to pick up the purse from the floor. As he bent