Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,61

She walked like she was on the catwalk, swaying her hips and turning to give him her back. “Yes? No?”

“Nice, would look nicer pooled at your feet.”

“That’s a no,” she muttered and went back into the dressing room. He stood, dismissed the women, who didn’t hide the looks they were giving him. He stepped into the room; she knew it was him when she stopped working the zipper. “I wondered how long you’d wait,” she said, a bit breathlessly.

He reached for the zipper, pulling it slowly down, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. He pushed the straps from her shoulders, the gown slid down her body.

“Look at me.” His voice was hoarse.

She turned, dressed only in her lace boy shorts. “I was right. It looks better pooled at your feet.”

His gaze moved down her body; he brushed his finger over her nipple, her breath hitched. His gaze moved back to hers. “Move in with me,” he whispered.

He watched her expressive face and could practically hear her internal argument, the doubt, and the worry that it was too soon, that they were rushing, but he saw when she settled on the answer he wanted to hear. Instead of giving him what he wanted, though, she said, “I have a cat.”

He countered smoothly, “He’s invited, too.”

Her smile was blinding. “Yes,” she whispered.

He wanted to kiss her, but he knew he wouldn’t stop at kissing. She had to get to work, so he helped her dress, but held her chin when he added, “I want you in my apartment by the weekend.”

She drew her lower lip into her mouth, her blue eyes heating with want. She didn’t answer with words, but that was all the answer he needed.

Fifteen

Molly

“Holy shit,” Zac said, pacing the captain’s office. “Holy shit.”

“How did you get this info?” Cap asked, then held up his hand. “Do I want to know?”

I’d definitely crossed a line, but considering what we learned, it was worth it. “Kade Wakefield’s PI.”

“And he’s helping because?” Captain narrowed his eyes, then answered his own question. “It’s an active investigation, Molly.”

“I know, I know, but he knows about it since we interviewed him. He offered to look into Jason Benjamin, and since we weren’t having any luck, I didn’t see the harm.”

“We can’t use anything he shared,” Captain warned.

“I know, but it gives us a direction to look, one I don’t think we would have found on our own.”

“We’re going to have to pull in Vin’s team, get him to do some of the legwork, maybe they even have shit on Jason and Katrina, shit they don’t even know they have,” Captain said.

“I agree with Molly. I think Jason killed Katrina. And since he’s the only player in the wind, him killing now, to keep his secret, makes sense.”

“Agreed, but I’d still like to know who the father of Katrina’s baby is and where that baby is now. And follow up with that coroner. Why did he withhold the pregnancy from the autopsy report?”

“I already have a call into Jackson. As far as the baby…” I said, earning both of their attention. “There’s a gala tonight and a woman who worked in the ward and cared for Katrina is going to be there.”

Captain dropped down on his desk. “Whoever the hell this PI is I think he needs to work for us. I’m guessing you’ll be attending this gala.”

“Yes, as will Zac.”

“I am.” Zac looked surprised.

“Kade made it happen.”

“I think we need to put Kade on the payroll, too,” Captain said. “Alright talk to this woman. I’ll reach out to vice. We need to find Jason Benjamin’s true identity and let’s find her baby.” Captain moved around his desk. “Follow up with Milton Teller. He didn’t know about the baby? And now that we know her parents’ secret, selling their kid for fifty grand, maybe they’ll be more willing to talk.”

Zac fidgeted with his tie. “I want to be mad, but Kade’s guy found out more than our entire forensic team.”

“Why didn’t Breen follow the money?” I asked. “It’s Detective 101, but he didn’t follow it.”

“Yeah, that’s a question we’re going to have to ask him.”

Kade appeared. “Car’s here.”

He’d given Zac and me time to strategize. I hadn’t needed to ask. He greeted Zac then disappeared, leaving us to it. I walked to him now, slipped my hand into his, and touched my lips to his.

He responded with another kiss, hard, quick and perfect.

Zac approached, fidgeted with his tie again. “Thank you for the invite and