Page 62 of Not That Complicated

“Is it?” I squeezed. “Are you sure?”

His hips hitched into mine. “Yes.”

I reluctantly stopped fondling him, and shoved my hands under the pillow instead. “What do you think is going to happen next?”

He hummed again. “The police will look for more bodies.”

“They didn’t last time.”

“One’s a surprise. Two is a pattern.”

“Oh no.” I writhed and squirmed under him until he lifted up enough to let me turn over. I enjoyed every minute of our bodies sliding together. He settled back on top of me. “It’s not a murder house anymore, is it? It’s a serial killer house.”

We stared at each other.

“Do you think?” I said.

“Ray, I don’t know the exact number of bodies you need to make it a serial killer house, but I don’t think it’s two. I can ask Liam.”

“I’d managed to forget, you know? I mean, I haven’t managed to get back to sleeping in the master bedroom yet, but on the whole I’d got used to it. I redecorated, by the way. It looks fabulous.”

“I’d like to see that. You should invite me over.”

“Are they going to tear the house apart? Will I be allowed to live there? Do I want to live there? I’ll have to. I can’t afford a hotel room for long. Even your shitty basic rooms.” My words were coming faster and higher. “I’ll have to live out of my car. Or with the ghosts. I’ll...no, I’ll never be able to sell it. If it was one body, sure. Anyone could overlook that, right? But it’s two bodies. It could be more. I’m stuck with it forever! Who would buy a serial killer house? Well, me. But I didn’tknow. Who would buy one if they knew?”

“Shh. Ray.” He’d been saying it for a while but I was too busy unspooling with panic to pay any attention. Adam laid a firm palm on my cheek, fingers curling around my jaw. “Ray. You don’t have to worry about any of that right now.”

I stared at him. “Must you beso calm? What iswrongwith you? Stop being reasonable!” I shoved him.

Adam caught my wrists and gently pushed my hands down until they were held into the pillow by my head. I resorted to bucking my hips up. My breath was still coming fast, catching at the top of each inhale.

“You’re here with me right now,” Adam said. “It’s just you and me. No dead guys, no ghosts, no detectives. That can all wait until morning. Okay?”

Yes. Focus on the now. I should revel in the quiet, the late hour, the luxury bed, and the smoking hot twentysomething with a giant erection throbbing against my stomach. Be present. Be in the moment.

“You know,” I said, “I’ve tried the whole yoga and meditating thing. A lot. Alot.”

“Maybe practice some more?”

“It doesn’t stick. It’s not for me. I’ve given it my best shot. Meditating makes me want to scream.”

He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth and let it out slowly. “So highly strung,” he said on a happy sigh.

“I do still do yoga. Which I’ve been doing on top of a dead guy for the last five years.” I shuddered at the thought. Adam stroked my ribs. “It bores me to tears. I keep at it, though. Unlike the meditation, it does have obvious advantages.”

“Such as?”

“Keeps me limber.” I got my legs up and around Adam’s hips. After a bit more thrashing and heaving, I had him on his back.

He probably let me do it.

Yeah, I thought, looking down into his calm, warm face. He’s humouring me.

I wrestled my way up to straddling him, palms flat on his chest. “I need a distraction,” I said. “Distract me.”

“Okay.” Adam gazed up at me. “Did you know that the green woodpecker’s tongue is so long that it wraps up and around the back of its skull before it comes out of its mouth?”

“Wha—?”

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