Page 66 of She Gives Love a Bad Name

“To shower.”

“Good. I thought you were leaving.” He flops down on the bed and tucks his arm beneath his head. “I was worried I’d have to chase you down again.”

“Keep talking that way, and you’ll never find me if I do leave.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Grant pats the bed beside him. “Don’t go yet.”

I climb back onto the bed, and he pulls me down on top of him. “What are you doing?”

“Making love to you again.” He kisses me, and I melt into his embrace.

“Already? We have all night. You’re gonna wear yourself out.”

He pulls back with a scowl. “Now who’s taking jabs at my age.”

“I’m not...” Exasperated, I bury my face against his chest. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“I know. My mother always said I was a lost cause.”

“You should wear a St. Jude medal.”

“I would, but I’m not Catholic.” He frowns. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Doesn’t matter. My stepbrother wears one, and he’s not Catholic anymore either.” I chuckle. “In fact, Eddie, my fence, might be the only Catholic I know who wears that medal. Like it does him any good.”

“Eddie Fink?”

I nod. “He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he keeps his mouth shut.”

Grant nods, deep in thought. He turns to me with a smile. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll order us some food.”

“Good, I’m starving.” I kiss him once more, savoring the heat of him before abandoning the bed.

A long, hot shower soothes my sore body, but I’m already aching to join Grant for round two. After I dry off and pull on some underwear and one of his dress shirts, I sneak into the living room.

There’s a large pizza sitting on the counter. I grab a slice and join Grant at the table. He’s munching on the crust, reading through some documents.

“What’s this?” I run my fingers over the pages splayed across the table.

“Some cases I’ve been working on.” He pulls a file free. “Do you keep track of the places you’ve hit?”

Shame burns through me. I almost forgot he’s a detective and I’m a petty thief. “Yeah, in my head. Don’t need that shit coming back to haunt me.”

“Do any of these addresses look familiar?” He pushes a piece of paper toward me.

The addresses on the list are scattered across the five boroughs, but I know them all. Dread fills me.

Grant meets my gaze and holds it. “You recognize them, don’t you?”

“They’re all places I’ve hit.” I swallow the lump of dough in my throat. “Why?”

“These are locations of unsolved murders in the past two years.”

“Holy shit.” My half-eaten slice of pizza falls to the floor. “You don’t think I had anything to do with this, do you? They were all alive when I stole from them. I swear.”

“I don’t think you had anything to do with these murders, Quinn.” He sighs. “But I think you know who did.”

“That’s impossible. I have no idea who would do something like that.”

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