Page 29 of Fish out of Water
Julia
I MIGHT BE a pervert.
And it made me feel guilty.
“Ugh. Fine.” I tipped my head back and huffed out a breath. “I found this.” I dug around in my pocket, pulling out the paper and passing it over one shoulder as I tried really hard not to peek. “No dick deals required.”
Grant snagged the paper from my hand. “You can turn around now. I’m decent.”
I immediately faced him. “I’m not sure I’d take it that far.”
He grabbed the t-shirt he’d fished out of the suitcase opened across Mr. Frazier’s bed and tossed it across one shoulder before unfolding the paper.
It was impossible not to let my eyes drag over the broad expanse of his chest. Down the stupidly chiseled plane of his abs.
Lower.
I was definitely a pervert.
“These are instructions on how to feed the fish.” One brow cocked. “Her name was Penelope?”
“Shit.” I crammed my hand into the pocket again, this time coming out with the sheet of addresses. “This one.”
His dark eyes scanned the sheet in a single sweep. “These are addresses.”
“Hmmmm?” I had to open my eyes wide to get them to roll back up to Grant’s face. He was by far the hottest man I’d ever had pressed against me fully-clothed, let alone naked.
Naked Grant was on a whole different level.
What did you even do with something like that?
Couldyou even do something with it, or did you just end up lying there?
Stupefied.
The sound of sirens was suddenly very loud.
Loud enough to remind me we were standing in the middle of a crime scene.
Grant folded the paper and shoved it into his pocket. “Don’t tell anyone about these.”
“What about the fish tails?”
His face jerked in my direction. “The what?”
“Sweet Side police.”
My hands went in the air.
Grant grabbed at my arms. “Put your hands down. We didn’t do anything wrong.”
Maybe he didn’t, but I just tried to bribe him into letting me see his man junk in the light, which probably fell somewhere on the wrong scale.
Grant yanked his shirt over his head. “We’re back here.”
A cop edged down the hall, picking his way through the mess, one hand on the pistol at his side. “Is it just you two?”
“Just us.” Grant tipped his head toward the back wall of the bedroom. “The guys who broke in went out the window.”
