Page 13 of Watch Me
Her eyes widened. “No. Do you think the killer was still there?”
I didn’t, given that Amy was already turning gray by the time we’d arrived, but I’d asked Heather to gauge her reaction. “It’s possible.”
“Oh my god.” She covered her mouth and started to cryharder.
I asked Heather more questions about her alibi and how close she was to Amy, but nothing gave me any indication she had killed Amy and no insight into who might have done it. There was no murder weapon found at the scene, there was no forced entry, and it was noted Heather didn’t have blood on her when she was transported to the hospital.
Nothing was found in the apartment except Amy in a pool of herblood.
After we finished, I drove to meet Reagan at Big Jones, a rustic restaurant that served southern food. I needed something that was going to keep me full longer than a measly sandwich would, so I could focus on the case. Plus, their fried chicken was award-winning.
When I rounded the corner toward the front door of the restaurant, I saw Reagan waiting outside. She was in jeans, knee-high boots, and a blouse that showed off her assets. Fuck, I wanted her. I wanted her so bad I was salivating. I remembered what it was like to be inside of her, and I wanted to have that again. Haveheragain.
Our gazes met as I walked closer, and she smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit.”
I chuckled and leaned in, kissing her cheek. “You’ve seen me in a tux at prom.”
Her grin widened. “True, but not grown-up Ethan.”
“No, and a lot has changed since I wore that tux to prom.” I winked. I was referring to her body as well, but I didn’t elaborate. Instead, I opened the door of the restaurant and guided herinside.
Seeing Ethan in a suit was doing things to my belly and between my legs. He was gorgeous with the scruff around his face from not shaving for a few days, his piercing blue eyes that reminded me of the sea, and those muscles that I wanted to feel wrapped around me as our bodies slid skin on skin.
“Have you been here before?” Ethan asked after we wereseated.
I shook my head. “No. I’ve only been back a few months and haven’t had a chance to explore it all.”
“I can show you some time,” heoffered.
I grinned. “I’d like that.”
Ethan paused, reading the menu briefly. “I’m getting the chicken,” he said, setting the menu down. “That and the shrimp and grits are amazing.”
I bobbed my head, still scanning the menu. In the end, I decided to take him up on his suggestion of fried chicken. It had been a long time since I’d had good southern fried chicken. I set the menu down and sipped the water on the table. “Did you solve the case?”
He let out a long, deep breath. “No, far from it.”
“What’s it about?”
He leaned closer and grinned. “Can’t tell you that, Buttercup. It’s confidential.”
“Really?”
Ethan nodded. “Really. But when we go on the ride-along, you’ll sign an NDA, and then you can know all about whatever we come across.”
“I’m excited.”
“If it’s anything like what I saw last night, then we’ll know for sure if you can be CSI.”
“It was bad?”
Ethan leaned back. “Yeah. Worst murder I’ve ever seen.”
“Wow,” I breathed and took another sip of water. “Well, I’m excited. Class has been fun so far. It will be good for me.”
“Want me to come over when I get off work, and we can study?”
I raised an eyebrow.
