he was a druggie loser who deserved justice.
Her feet and legs are bare, but she doesn't shiver in the chilly wind. She stands strong and lets it buffet her. It's been a long time, but we need to clear the air about her dad.
She turns and marches past me with her head down and arms crossed. I manage to grab hold of her hand, but she keeps walking until our arms are both stretched out and we are as far apart as we can be while still touching.
I pull her back and she resists. With a stronger tug, she stumbles backward until she's next to me. She tries to pull her hand away, but I move our locked palms behind her back and pull her up against me.
She gasps and looks up at me with shuttered eyes.
"I'm sorry he died."
She flinches back and looks away.
"I didn't know about your dad's drug connections."
Her head snaps back and she stares into my eyes. "What connections?"
"You don't know?"
"No. Tell me."
"The rumor was your dad was going to snitch on some influential people, so he got killed."
"I've never heard this before."
"Really? I thought it was common knowledge."
"No. Nobody told me. His death was a hit job?"
"That's the way I understood it."
Her face freezes then her forehead falls onto my shoulder. "No."
I don't say anything as she starts to cry, but I put another hand on her back and pull her closer. "I'm sorry."
"He wasn't a bad person."
"People are complicated. We're not all good or all bad. We just make dumb choices sometimes."
She nods and wipes her eyes. "Let's go back."
"One more minute." I like her pressed up close to me like this. She's vulnerable and soft. She looks hot in that dress, and I want to keep her in it a little longer before she turns back into blue-striped anchor girl with her tight headbands and organized life.
My hands force her closer without any conscious effort from myself. I'm responding to something beyond my control when my lips brush hers.
She stiffens and sucks in a long slow breath. Her body goes rigid in my arms, and she weakly tries to pull away. That only makes me want to draw her closer and seal the kiss.
The plush pillow of her lips smashes softly as I kiss her fully. She's still tentative, but my body is committed to it. I lick her lips to get her to open for me, but she growls. I flick my tongue over her lips again and run my hand up her back, pressing her tits to my chest. "C'mon, babe. Let go for a second. I got you."
The fight in her eyes leaves her, and she melts with a sigh, giving me her weight and forcing me to hold her up. Our tongues battle, and we kiss like long-lost lovers. She groans into my mouth, and my already hard dick twitches toward her core. This is why I never forgot her. This is also what terrified me at age twenty and still freaks me out now. She flips from proper and fighting it one second to lighting up like she did when she was an eighteen-year-old virgin. It still turns me on like a drug. It's this secret part of her she keeps shrouded, and I'm the only one who can bring it out. I can't imagine Griffin ever kissed her this way.
With no warning she stiffens and pulls away. As abruptly as the switch flipped on, it's out like a light.
"Um?? She wipes her lips with the back of her hand. "Not part of the recreation, I take it."
"No. Last time I didn't get close to you. I watched from my truck."
"Then we should stop. This can't help."
"I'm not trying to refresh your memories. I'm trying to create new ones."
She shakes her head. "No. Mace. I'm not falling for that again. For all I know you made this whole thing up, and you're trying to get in on my case."
She seriously thinks I'd fake this entire thing? "I don't need to be in on your action. I take better paying gigs than a cop." Pfft. Cops make one tenth what the average bounty hunter makes, and I'm way above average.
She breaks out of my arms and scowls at me. "Are we done?"
"For tonight we are. Yeah."
"No. I mean are we done retracing my steps? Because it didn't trigger my memory, and if you don't have anywhere else to take me then we're done." She steps back toward the car