Page 38 of Midnight Auto Parts

Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I awarded him with a chaste kiss, marveling I had the right to do so whenever the urge struck me. That this godlike creature had decided he wanted to be mine.

“You’re thinking how cool I am again, aren’t you?” He traced the arch of my brow. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’ve got to work on that.” I sighed, but even that probably didn’t convince him. “You read me too well.”

I viewed his decision to stay with me as being equivalent to immigrating from one country to another. As far as acclimating to life full-time on Earth, he was light-years ahead of where I had anticipated. He adapted quickly, learned fast, and was always paying attention. Granted, he had spent time here on god business before we met, but still. I might never shake the awe of standing beside him. Of being welcome to touch him.

And I was losing my train of thought…

“God bones.” I straightened, tugging on the hem of my shirt. “What does Dis Pater expect from you?”

“An investigation.” The prospect sobered him. “And a resolution.”

“How am I the only person who keeps getting roped into things who isn’t a detective? I’m starting to feel like I need to buy a deerstalker hat and pipe to fit in.”

“How often were you pulled into these types of things prior to Duncan Phelps’s death?”

The night Lyle killed Phelps and framed my loaner for the murder, that was my first step down this road.

“Never.” I spluttered a laugh. “Josie and I were more part-time bounty hunters than investigators.”

“Do you think that would still be the case if Harrow hadn’t returned to Savannah?”

“Yes.” I didn’t have to think about it. “I wouldn’t have trusted the police to help if not for him.”

His knowledge of my talent and how I applied it had convinced me the only way forward was through aiding him in his case using my necromancy skills.

Hmm.

Hishello, I’m backblackmail should have been a clue he and I were never going to work out.

“How is Harrow?”

The question shouldn’t have caught me off-guard, but it did. “Carter says he’s recovering well.”

“You don’t want to see him?”

“I was tempted to, I won’t lie, but he’s proven himself a threat to my family.”

“For what it’s worth, I think he loves you too much to ever harm them.”

His championing of Harrow knocked me off kilter the same as a physical shove in his direction.

“He’s lucky to be breathing after the stunt he pulled with Matty.”

A vague noise passed for his answer, and that didn’t make swallowing any easier.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” I fisted the back of his shirt. “You’re Harrow’s friend now?”

“Do you think you would have made up with him, eventually, if you hadn’t met me?”

As fair as it might be for him to ask, I didn’t want to consider his question for fear of my answer.

“Where is this coming from?” I tightened my hold on him. “Are you…breaking up with me?”

“What happened today, you visiting Dis Pater, inside his home, unnerves me.”

“I’m not afraid of him.” I eased back from Kierce. “I’m more afraid of losing you.”

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