Page 48 of Ice Cold Liar

Sex with Eb.

Nope.She should not.Should not think about it.Fantasize about it.Most definitely, Naomi should not give in to temptation and actually do it.

But I want to.I want Eb.

Time to get out of the bed.

First, though, she needed to slip out from beneath his arm.

“If I don’t get to be creepy and watch you sleep, it hardly seems fair for you to watch me.”His eyes opened.Totally aware.Completely awake.“Morning, beautiful.”

She felt the impact of his stare all the way through her body.Those eyes of his—they stared at her with almost…a possession.No, she had to be wrong about that.Didn’t she?

He blinked, and this gaze was just steady.Intense.

I was wrong.“It’s not morning.”Her voice was too husky.Naomi cleared her throat and tried again.“The light coming in the window tells me that it has to be late afternoon.”At least.

His lips kicked into a grin.“Feel better?”

She did.No longer hollowed out and on the verge of collapse.“Thank you.”Another clearing of her throat.“For looking after me.You didn’t have to do that.”She had to get out of the bed.Naomi shot up and away from his warm arm.She was grateful to see that she still wore her clothes.Minus her shoes and socks.When had she lost them?Didn’t matter.Naomi scrambled for the side of the bed.

He caught her wrist.“Of course, I had to do it.You think I’m so much of a monster that I’d let you risk death alone?”

“My husband was a monster who watched me and wanted me to beg.”There.Done.She wasdonekeeping secrets and tiptoeing.Maybe Eb would believe her.Maybe he wouldn’t.She’d been dropping details about Hudson and spilling the truth bit by bit.Why not just go all-in?“But you probably think I’m lying about that, don’t you?About him being a monster?Surely your friend couldn’t be a monster.Except, he was.”Naomi tugged on her wrist.“Let me go.”

“I’m setting up a meeting with Memphis Camden.I want to know exactly why he suspected Hudson.”

Well, she hadn’t expected that news.“Excuse me?”She did a double take.“The detective thought that story was bullshit.As far as I know, Clark never even called Memphis!”

Eb sat up in bed.He was still dressed, too.And she found that disappointing.Would it have killed him to take off his shirt before he climbed into bed with her?She didn’t think so.And, um, “Why are you in bed with me?”

“I wanted to be close in case you needed me.”

That was… “Kind,” she whispered.

A furrow appeared between his brows.“There’s not a lot that’s kind about me.”

“I disagree.”

The furrow deepened.“Some women would be really pissed that I entered their beds without an invitation.”

What if I said you always had an invitation?Her lips clamped together so she would not say those words out loud.Because they would be a mistake.Right?“Some women haven’t just had seizures.I appreciate you looking after me.”

His gaze burned.His thumb slid over her inner wrist, just along her pulse.Her pulse immediately raced.

She needed to get back on track, stat.

“Naomi.”

She liked the way he said her name.All deep and rumbling and sensual.

“Naomi, youtoldthe investigating detective about Memphis and his claims—and the guy did nothing?”

As far as she knew, yes, nothing.“Clark said I was making allegations against the dead.Allegations that had no way to be proven.”

“Did you tell the DA?The press?”Then Eb shook his head.“No, no press.I would have read about the story if you had.”

“The press already had their villain.They were already twisting everything I said or did.What would be the point in giving them more fuel for the fire?”

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