Page 51 of Killing Me Softly

Aaron glanced at her. “Pathologyis in a hospital, right? Where they examine dead bodies if there’s a question mark over how they died. And Jack is a fucking police detective.”

“Oh. Right.” Mel nodded to the window. “Kenny’s moving.”

Aaron ducked lower as Kenny got into his car and backed out of his parking space, tailing out of the exit and passing them on the residential road.

“Are we following him?”

“No.” Aaron wriggled up. “Follow Bellend.” He pointed to Jack getting into his car.

“Aaron, hun, you know you get a longer prison sentence if you assault a police officer. It’d be better to castrate Lyons. You’ll be out by your thirtieth.”

Jack’s car sailed past them. Aaron nodded to it. “Go!”

Mel started the engine, pulling up behind Jack. “Is it illegal to follow police?”

Aaron didn’t reply. He just stared out of the window, jaw tight, muscles ticking as he ground his teeth in frustration. The urge to punch something—preferably Jack’s smug face— was almost overwhelming. And the silence in the car thickened, pressing in, until Mel broke it.

“So…Dr Lyons has a big dick, huh?”

Aaron froze.

The question hung in the air, absurd and bold, like a neon sign in the dark. Slowly, painfully, he turned his head, locking eyes with Mel, who sat there as if she’d just asked him whether he preferred cats or dogs. Her expression was the perfect picture of innocence. Except for the unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Have to say it makes so much sense.” Mel twisted her hands on the steering wheel.

“What does?”

“That Lyons’ is packing. It’s the confidence. The brooding intensity. Those suits that hug just that bit too tight as if he’s trying to keep it all from spilling out. Has that whole ‘quietly intimidating but absolutely wrecks you in bed’ vibe. You know, the type who—”

Aaron launched over the car seats to clap a hand over her mouth. “For the love of God,stop.”

Mel licked his palm, car wheels bumping up the curb in the process.

“Fucking hell!” Aaron recoiled, wiping his hand on his jeans as if infected by a deadly virus as Mel got the car back on the road. “Can youpleasenot bring any more attention to this fucking car?”

“I’ll just call that a yes, then.”

Aaron slumped against the window, exhaling a long-suffering groan. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“You love me.”

“I don’t even like you. I only like you for your car.”

“That’s a lie.”

“True. I also hate this car.” Aaron shot her a glare, but it was all bark, no bite.

Mel, predictably, remained unbothered, grin widening like a cat toying with its favourite mouse. Then, with a perfectly timed waggle of her eyebrows, she leaned in. “So… how big we talking?”

Aaron glared at her, the silence stretching between them, long and torturous. His fault. He’d said too much. So he lifted his hands as if to measure Kenny’s monster cock, but, at the last second, mimed a zip across his lips, locking them shut before tossing her a conspiratorial wink.

“Knew it. Seen you limping around.”

“Fuck you.”

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