Dead of Winter (Cold Case Psychic #15) - Pandora Pine Page 0,41

or cannoli.”

“If we decide to do this, I know what I’m getting you for Christmas.”

Ronan waggled his eyebrows. “Oh really?”

“Bigger pants,” Ten deadpanned.

“I was just thinking the same thing. I have been rather restricted in the crotch department lately.” Ronan sauntered across the kitchen and pulled Ten out of his seat. “Maybe you could help a poor boy out…of his pants?”

Ten burst out laughing. “You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”

Ronan humped his erection against Ten’s leg. “I am, but you love me anyway.”

“God help me, I do.”

Ronan grabbed Ten’s hand and tugged him toward the stairs. “You’re my only hope.”

“Sure thing, Chewbacca.”

Ronan opened his mouth to correct Tennyson, but then thought better of it. He was about to get down with the sexiest man on the planet, what did it matter if Tennyson’s Star Wars knowledge sucked Bantha balls. “Princess Leia,” Ronan coughed under his breath, hoping Ten didn’t hear him.

18

Tennyson

Ronan was in the shower humming “Jingle Bells”, but shouting out “hey” between choruses. Ten knew he was the reason for his husband being in such a good mood this morning. They’d stayed up way too late making love, but Ten didn’t care, losing sleep was worth it.

Ten was in Everly’s room getting the little girl dressed in a denim romper with a white shirt and red tights. Everly loved being girly. Ten was just pulling up the tights when Ronan’s phone rang from the bedroom. It was Cisco Jackson’s ringtone.

Carrying the baby with him, Ten ran into the bedroom and grabbed the phone. “Cisco?” Ten asked, out of breath.

“I thought I called Ronan’s phone.” The chief of police sounded scattered.

“You did. Ronan’s just getting out of the shower and I knew the call was important if you were calling this early in the morning.” Ten checked his alarm clock, it was quarter of seven.

“Ten? Who’s on the phone?” Ronan yelled from the bathroom.

“It’s Cisco.” Ten didn’t need his gift to know it meant bad news.

“Put him on speaker and come in here.”

Ten was a step ahead of his bossy husband. The call was on speaker and he was standing outside the bathroom door. When Ten opened it, steam puffed out. “We’re here, Ronan.”

“What’s up, Cisco?” Ronan had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his skin was damp, and his hair was sticking up haphazardly all over his head.

“We’ve got a murder,” Cisco said, now sounding as if he hadn’t slept all night.

“A murder? I thought you only wanted me looking into the Washington cold case?” Ronan shot Ten a bewildered look.

The last thing Ten wanted was a deputized Ronan working fresh cases for the Salem Police Department. Not that he would be able to stop his husband from digging in and helping out.

“Yeah, well, this murder is connected to the Washington case.”

“What?” Ten and Ronan said at the same time.

“Who was killed?” Ronan asked.

“Jennifer Blake. Her husband came home after a late business meeting and found his wife dead on the kitchen floor.” Cisco yawned. He tried covering it up with a cough, but Ten knew what he heard.

“Last night?” Ronan looked gobsmacked. “Jennifer came in to see us around lunchtime yesterday. We spoke to her about the murder of Skye Washington.”

Even with his gift, Tennyson hadn’t seen this coming. He’d seen a vision of a gorgeously decorated Christmas tree stacked high with presents when he shook her hand yesterday afternoon.

“Did she give you any evidence we didn’t already have?”

“She mentioned a boyfriend, Kyle Danner. Said something about Skye making plans to run away with him. Ten picked up on the fact that Kyle dated Jennifer after Skye was murdered. She also said Kyle was never the same after the murder. We did a bit of research on him last night, and he had a lengthy criminal record before he went to rehab and changed his entire life. He runs a food bank named after Skye.”

“That sounds fishy.” Cisco paused. “I know it’s not your thing anymore, but do you and the others want to come down and take a look at the crime scene?”

Ronan looked up at Ten who nodded. “I’ll get with Jude and Fitz, text me the address and we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, Ronan. You must have hit some sort of nerve yesterday.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Ronan hung up the phone. He pulled off his towel and headed for the closet. “Hello, beautiful!”

“Dada!” Everly was lying against Ronan’s pillow looking as if she were about to fall back to