Page 31 of A Cougar's Kiss
“Right,” was all he could say as he turned and headed into the bathroom.
He should have known she would join him in the shower, after all, she’d been following his lead all night. He didn’t know why she was being so cooperative and when they were out there, he hadn’t questioned it, but now, as their naked bodies were standing close beneath the warm spray of water he wondered if her apparent acquiescence was a good idea.
To her credit, Shya didn’t touch him. She reached for a cloth and a bottle of soap, going about the task of washing without paying him any attention. He tried to do the same, but his gaze insisted on following the drag of that soapy cloth over her skin, the line of water running down between her breasts and disappearing in the nest of hair at her juncture. When she eased in front of him to receive more of the water, he stepped back and enjoyed the view of her rounded ass, soap bubbles sliding down the crease, toned legs lifting as she rinsed the front of her body, feet touching the shower floor once more. She finished washing and rinsing and stepped out of the shower while Keller was still holding his un-soaped cloth in the corner of the stall.
“You’d better hurry if you want to do the meet ‘n greet thing before they come knocking,” she said before walking…no, before switching her cute little ass, out of the bathroom.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Shya and Keller stood at the open front door staring at the badge and surly face of Sergeant Hayes Blandings.
“You say you’ve been here all night and didn’t hear a thing?” Blandings asked them for the second time since they’d been standing there.
“We were…busy,” Keller told him as he slipped an arm around Shya’s shoulders.
She’d come up with the idea to go down in their robes and freshly showered bodies because they needed a reason why the sirens and lights hadn’t brought them out of the house sooner.
Blandings’ wide red-rimmed eye stare devoured Shya as she stood in the silky pink robe that barely grazed her upper thigh and stuck to the parts of her skin she’d purposely left wet. Her feet were bare as was Keller’s chest, his basketball shorts riding low on his hips.
“What happened?” she asked in the smallest voice she could muster because something told her Blandings had one idea for women in this world.
The medium-height and average-built police officer squared his shoulders—and if she wasn’t mistaken, sucked in his gut—before clearing his throat. “There’s a pool of blood out here on your sidewalk. We’d like to find out what happened as well, that’s why we’ve been trying to buzz you for the last twenty-five minutes or so.”
“Well, I’m usually proud of my longevity,” Keller said with a waggle of his eyebrows. “But I’m kind of sorry that I missed all the action. As our house sits back a good distance from the public sidewalk, I don’t know that we would have heard anything even if we weren’t…ah, otherwise occupied.”
“You call this your house?” Blandings asked. “It looks more like warehouse or something that belongs in an industrial park. You just had this built in the last year, didn’t you? Why’d you go with this design in a residential area?”
“I like to be different,” Keller said and Shya could feel the moment the cat decided he was tired of the game.
“I’m planning to do all sorts of landscaping though. It’s going to be just as beautiful as the other palatial homes in this area. You’ll have to come back in about six months to see our progress, Sergeant Blandings.” She hoped her voice didn’t sound too over-the-top sugary sweet. She’d seen this done on a movie once and was giving it her best shot.
“If there are no more questions, officer, we’d like to get back inside. It’s a little chilly tonight,” Keller said tightly.
“That’s sergeant,” Blandings corrected and snapped the little black notebook he’d been holding, but not writing anything into, closed. “And tonight, is a breezy one. Guess that means the scent of dead bodies will travel.”
“Dead bodies? Oh my!” Shya fanned a hand in front of her face. “Who said anything about dead bodies?”
“I did,” Blandings snapped. “Because that’s way too much blood for someone to have just fallen off their bike and scraped their knee.”
Keller nodded. “Right, I see. That would make sense that the police were called for a suspicious amount of blood appearing on the sidewalk. Is that why all these cars rushed out here, to see where the blood came from?”
Blandings eyed them. “Like I said it’s too much blood and you two are new around here, but didn’t hear anything because you were ah, doing whatever it is you were doing in this big warehouse of yours.”
“Yes, we were,” Keller continued. “And if you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to what we were doing,Sergeant.”
He said the last in a tone that Shya was certain had irritated the cop. The red blotches immediately popping up on his face was proof of that. She stepped in front of Keller at that moment and lifted a hand to touch Blandings’ badge.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a huff.
“Just memorizing your badge number in case we need it in the future. Oh, and when you find out where all that blood came from, please let us know. If this isn’t a safe neighborhood, we might have to think about moving and I’d hate to get started with my landscaping just to pick up and go somewhere else.”
Blandings wrapped his fingers around her wrist and eased her hand away from him. Keller pushed her to the side before stepping into the guy’s face. “Don’t. Touch. Her.”
“Then keep your little toy on a leash,” Blandings shot back. “And don’t either of you worry, I’ll be back, sooner than you think.”
“And we’ll be here,” he shot back, the ammonia-like scent of his rage burning Shya’s nostrils.
The moment the door was closed he grabbed her by the arms pressing her back against it.
