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“He didn’t like that much, did he?”
“No.” She shook her head and took a sip of her beer. “Not even a little.”
She moved her gaze back to the rain. We said nothing for a long time. I knew I had to bring this to Iron, he had to know that the good ole detective was still out there trying to bring us down. I half feared what he would do about Bridget.
And that was the moment I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t ready for her to go away just yet.
“Bridge,” I whispered unsure of what I was going to follow that with.
“Not now, Lake. Just… not now.”
I nodded even though she wasn’t looking at me.
“Get me another beer,” she said then tilted the bottle up and drained the damn thing.
I hopped to my feet, fetching her beer like a good boy. I grabbed a couple extra feeling like we were going to need them.
We sat outside for a while, until we had enough of the wet mist that began to soak through our clothes and caused a chill that forced us inside. At that point, we were maybe a bit tipsy, having both downed three beers in a short amount of time.
“Okay, I feel it now,” she said her teeth chattering a little. “I need something warm— like now.”
She dropped to her knees and started pulling out things from her bag, tossing them over her shoulder as she searched for something warm.
“Here.” I pulled out a thick pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.
“Perfect,” she said standing up like a shot and then swayed a little. She closed her eyes tight, then blinked a few times.
“You alright?” I grabbed her elbow just to make sure she wasn’t going to fall down.
“Yep,” she said with a bobbing nod. “Stood up too fast.”
“Or maybe you’re a little drunk.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes at me like that was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard.
“I’m fine. Just frozen.”
I expected her to grab the clothes and walk into the bathroom. But before I could even register what she was doing, her shirt was flying across the room and her pants were pushed down to her ankles.
I think I wheezed out a breath.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” she said coolly as she bent over to pull her shoes and socks off so she could then be free of her pants.
She stood tall again, her braided hair whipping wildly about.
My jaw dropped open and some kind of noise fell out of my throat that was not smooth in any way, shape, or form.
“Stop looking at me like that, Lake.”
I couldn’t stop. It seemed that the swell of her plump boobs was what held my attention. Oh, and the hot pink lace that was holding them up.
“Lake,” she said my name again and I didn’t miss the sexy way it rolled off her tongue.
“Bridge,” I breathed out, my eyes moving up her chest and neck, lingering on those sweet lips that I was suddenly desperate to taste for a beat too long, then finally settling on her beautiful whiskey-colored eyes. I searched for signs of uncertainty or disgust, but all I was met with were swirls of lust. “This isn’t a good idea. We both are a little drunk and I don’t want to do anything we’d regret later.”
“I’m not that drunk. Oh, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.” There was a hint of something sinister in her tone and the smirk that tipped up on one side of her lips told me I was in for something I’d never forget. And suddenly my pants were way too constricting.
“And what about you?”
