Page 27 of Forever Endeavor

Around two o’clock, Billie appeared like a midday mirage in a crop top the color of lime sherbet and lickably sexy cut-offs. “Delivery for two hard-working men,” she called out. At first, Sonny was too hypnotized by the flash of thigh flesh to even notice she once again brought them coffee. He smiled and waved her in.

Gurdeep joined them. “Billie, you’re spoiling us. We’re going to start expecting this every afternoon, you know.”

She handed him the coffee tray. “I was out doing some shopping when I thought I’d pop by with coffee and brownies.” She wiggled her eyebrows at Sonny. “They’re still warm and moist.”

Naughty minx.He gave her a wink. “You must’ve been reading my mind.”

Gurdeep gladly accepted the coffee break and left them alone.

“Hi,” she said softly, blush coloring her cheeks as her fingertip drew a perfect bullseye around his nipple through two layers of clothing.

“Hi yourself.” His voice was low as he stared at her luscious mouth. “How are you?”

“Legs are still a bit wobbly, but otherwise, I feel amazing. You?”

“Oh yeah. I’m doing great.” Which wasn’t completely untrue, at least where Billie was concerned. “Ready for round two whenever you say the word.”

Billie peered past his shoulder to his office. “Me too.”

He laughed. “Maybe not right now. Gurdeep has exceptionally good hearing.”

“Just like Uncle Cal, unfortunately. Speaking of Cal, I had a very good morning out on the boat with him. Excellent in fact. Let’s say I discovered Janus Lake may actually have some mystical powers after all.” She was positively beaming.

“What’s gotten into you? I mean, besides me.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Now cut that out, you bad boy. What’s gotten into me is inspiration, plain and simple. I’m on a mission, and need your help,” she said. “Do you know how I could get a photo of Cal in his police uniform? I can’t ask him because it’s a surprise.”

Why the hell would she want to unearth a prehistoric pic of the old man? “What for?”

“I can’t say just yet. Do you have one or not?”

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you want it for first.”

Her eyebrows caved. “Can you help me or do I have to go about this the hard way?”

“Uh-uh. You no spill da beans, you no get da photo.” Sonny loved pushing her buttons.

“If you won’t help, fine.” She spun on her heel and started for the door, swishing her hips from side to side. Why did she have to look so damn tasty walking away?

“Wait, wait…come back. I can’t help you, but I might know someone who can.”

Billie did a one-eighty. “Really? Even if I don’t, as you eloquently put it, spill da beans?”

“Yes really.” He chuckled. “Let’s go out again tonight and we’ll discuss it over dinner.”

With a self-satisfied smile, she sauntered back to him. Her eyes darted around the shop before she pulled him down to her mouth for a smoldering kiss, soft lips and stroking tongue inviting him deeper. He savored a long, sensual taste of her before they came up for air.

Billie was slow to open her eyes. “Just because you kiss me like that doesn’t mean I’m giving up the deets until I’m good and ready.”

He grabbed a handful of her ass, certain he could pinpoint her every weakness and bring her to her knees if given another shot at it. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

Billie

Billie took one last look in the mirror, admiring the jeans and boho blouse she’d scored on the shopping expedition to supplement her limited wardrobe of tropical sheers and skimpy swimsuits. Luckily, there were a few fashionable finds to be had on Main Street. She stepped onto the porch to see Sonny leaning against the tow truck in mirrored shades, his dark hair still damp from his shower, a white t-shirt clinging to his thick frame. Yum. He let out a whistle of approval as he eyed her from head to toe.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he said, the rusty hinge groaning as he opened her door.

“You mean we’re not walking down to The Pell tonight? Where are we going?”

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