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“We’re so sorry, Mom,” Jax lamented.
“We were horrible human beings,” Carter added.
“You’re a saint,” Beckett decided.
“You’re crushing me!” Phoebe yelped. “I don’t think this chair can hold this much—”
The lawn chair gave way under her, and they all landed in a laughing pile on the ground.
“Nice work, deputy,” Donovan said, slipping his arm around her waist.
“Are those scratch marks on your arm?” Eva asked.
“Joey’s mean.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“I’m not sleeping with you with your parents in the house,” Eva hissed at Donovan as he made another rather lewd and very tempting suggestion in her ear. The apple butter was jarred, the kettle scrubbed, and the fire burning low. Reva had left with her date, and Donovan hadn’t had to handcuff Jax, even though he did shake Tobias’ hand a little too hard.
Everyone was enjoying the peace of the country night and the warmth from the last of the flames. Donovan’s parents and Phoebe had hit the wine and beer hard enough in their reminiscences that their sheriff son wasn’t letting them drive themselves home.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Donovan argued. “We’re adults. They’re adults. Everyone under that roof is an adult. Plus, they’re going to pass out as soon as they hit the sheets.”
“I literally just met them. I’m not going to have sixty-five orgasms through the night and then just play it cool over coffee in the morning.”
“Okay, sixty-five is high even for a romance novelist.”
“I’m not going home with you, Donovan. You’ve been cock blocked by your parents.”
“Parents ruin everything,” he said with all the angst of a teenager.
Eva leaned up to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Something tells me you’ll get over it.”
“I wanted to be with you tonight,” he murmured against her hair.
She shivered at his touch. “There’ll be time for that. Spend some time catching up with your parents.”
“Will you miss me?” he asked, his voice husky as he traced his fingertips over her jawline.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded as her insides turned to molten lava.
“Breakfast tomorrow?” he asked. “I can meet you.”
She nodded again, at a loss for words. She wanted this. She wanted a real shot with Donovan. A clean slate and no secrets. She’d find a way to make it happen.
Eva took Donovan’s SUV home so he could drive his parents home in their truck. Once ensconced in her cozy cottage, Eva started to brainstorm. She had a person she needed to get rid of. Hiring a hit man wasn’t an option. Asking her family for help was definitely not an option. She needed to find a solution that would get Agnes out of her life and away from her family without anyone being the wiser.
What would she do if this was a book plot?She paced as she plotted.
Distracted, her toe caught on the edge of the rug, and she hurtled forward, catching her shins on the viciously sharp edge of the coffee table. “Damn it all to hell!”
Rubbing her shins, she saw the lights on at Beckett and Gia’s. She bit her lip, debating. Finally, Eva dug out her phone and sent off a text.
Eva:“Can you meet me for a minute?”
Five minutes later, Beckett showed up at her front door in cotton pajama pants and an NYU sweatshirt. “Drop your earring down the sink again?” he asked, wielding his rarely used toolbox.
Eva let him in. “Not exactly. I need some lawyerly advice… for a book I’m working on.”
