Page 45 of No Small Sin

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. I was in some shit here. “Hmmm. Can’t think of any habits of his that I’ve picked up, but Beck on the other hand has taken a liking to reading fairy porn over the last few days.”

“Cut the bullshit,” he deadpanned. “The blood found at the crime scene… and yes it was acrime scene… wasfemale. And we’ve been told by multiple of your former coworkers all the things Alexander had to say about you in the weeks leading up to his death.”

The blood. A chill ran down my spine. Would Mattia help me too if it came to that? “Detective, are you even allowed to divulge that information to random people who have nothing to do with this case?”

He stepped in closer, his face now inches from mine. “I’ll determine whether or not you haveanything to do with this case, Miss Kenneson.” He was trying to intimidate me.

My heart thumped out of my chest once his words sunk in.

Well. Fuck that.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but you can fuck right off, Detective. If you think someone my size could, in any way, overpower someone the size of Alex, you’re fucking delusional. But you know what? Whatever grown-ass woman did find it within her strength to do just that, good for her. He was a fucking rapist piece of shit and the world is a better place without him. Have a nice day.”

I slammed the door in his face, now breathing heavily.

I needed a fucking drink.

I pulled a can of sparkling pear cider from the fridge and chugged. I’m a lightweight, okay? Stop judging.

I watched him walk back to his unmarked car through my kitchen window, my eyes glued to the back of his fat head.

What now? Would he try to pin this on me?

I didn't want to think about it, so I shoved it into the box and locked it up tight. I would pull it back out later because Beck needed to know - but I wouldn’t let this or anything else in the world ruin our first date.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Beck

Iarrived at TK’s place and walked along the curved sidewalk that branched off, leading to her front door. Running my hand through my hair, I admitted to myself that I was fucking excited. I couldn’t wait to toss her around on the mats.

I let myself in through the front door and nudged my shoes off. I sauntered toward the kitchen, my feet sinking into the plush entryway rug.

Immediately, I knew that something was off. She usually had this air about her that set me at ease, but this evening she looked as if someone had popped her favorite balloon.

“Hey,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss. “You ready?” She tasted fruity, and there was a faint trace of alcohol on her lips.

She’d been drinking. Was she nervous?

How could she be nervous about something as simple as this when I’d had my mouth on every square inch of her perfect body?

Her perfect body that looked fucking incredible with that huge ass sweatshirt hanging off of one shoulder. I wanted to strip it off her and see the rest. And those legs. So fucking long and toned.

I adjusted myself in my pants. “You okay?”

She twisted a stray strand of hair nervously around her fingers. “Yeah. Perfect. Ready?”

My chatty girl had become a woman of few words. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Fuck. Of course, you can tell.”

I ran my hand along her jaw and cusped her head in my palm, just behind her ear. I could never seem to touch her enough. “Yeah, I can fucking tell,” I replied, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Talk.”

“The detective stopped by again.” She paused. “He said there was blood at the scene.Femaleblood. He was being all intimidating and asshole-ish. He totally thinks it was me.”

I would fucking end him. “What did you say to him?” I loved TK, but she seriously spoke without thinking way too often for her own good.

I froze at that thought.

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