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Smiling back at her, I gave her a cheeky wink. “Ah, but satisfaction brought him back.”

Her head fell back in laughter and I stepped closer with my hand out. “I’m Detective Dominick Moody.”

Her small hands met mine and instead of shaking, she turned my hand palm side up and her icy fingers traced the lines. “Hm, rebel at heart, good life line, rocky love life.” She tipped her head and smiled at me again. “Pleasure to meet you, Detective Moody.”

My blazer and shirt hid the goose bumps that rose on my skin. “I’m investigating the disappearance of some girls in this area and wondered if I could show you their pictures?”

“Of course. Could I get you a cup of coffee or tea?”

“Coffee sounds delicious.” I nodded and waited for her to lead the way.

She turned on her toes like a ballerina and walked ahead of me. Her hips swayed seductively, keeping my eyes locked on the fullness of her plush ass.

What is wrong with you, Dom?

I wasn’t a man who lusted after women. Pfft, just ask my ex-wife. She’s more than happy to tell anyone who’ll listen how unromantic and lack-luster of a lover I am.

She walked around a corner, and we entered the main kitchen. The young man who greeted me motioned to the table for us to sit and he placed a tray on the table, complete with a carafe of coffee, a teapot, a small creamer pitcher, and a sugar bowl.

“Would you care for some homemade maple donuts, Detective?” His soft voice caressed my skin, and I felt weird having my dick half hard between these two.

“Sure.” I shrugged and took a seat, adjusting myself under the table.

Anna poured me a cup of coffee and the man brought me a small plate with a large donut. She turned her attention to making a cup of tea for herself and then looked up at him and gave him a wink as she dropped in a sugar cube.

She stirred her tea slowly, and I felt her eyes on me. “You said you had some photos?”

“Yes.” I pulled them from the inside of my blazer and slid them across the table to her. “Are any of them familiar?” I took a bite of my donut and moaned at the taste. “This is really good.”

A soft laugh left her lips. “Thank you. It was my gran’s recipe.” She spread the pictures out and looked at each one, shaking her head with a sigh. “No, I’m sorry.”

After taking another bite, I took a drink of my coffee and then turned to the young man, doing dishes. “What about you, Jon?”

He dried his hands and came back to the table, looking over her shoulder. “I have to agree with Anna.” He looked up at me, his face unreadable. “None of them look familiar.”

I sat quietly, finishing my donut, then I took another drink and tapped the fingers of my free hand on the table. “Do you have any guests who have been here long enough that I might ask?”

“Sorry, no guests right now.” She scrunched her nose up and took another look at the photos. “They’re all so different, don’t cases like this usually have an em oh?”

“CSI watcher?” I joked with her.

She laughed and took a sip of her tea. “Forensic Files.”

The storm outside picked up, and the thunder rolled harder and louder. Rain beat against the windowpanes and as I glanced over, I noticed how the darkness had rolled in.

“Hm, I think you might need to hunker down here with us tonight.” An apologetic smile passed across her face. “No charge.”

“I’m not afraid of a little rain.” I reached for my photos. “But I do need to talk to you about something else.”

A siren went off, and Jon laughed. “Bet there’s a limb down. I’ll head out and see if I can help.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips.

“Be safe, darling.” She cupped his cheek and watched him leave through the back door. Once we heard the car leave, she turned her attention back to me. “Now we’re alone. What can I do for you?”

Chapter Five

Anna

Holy hotness!

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