Murder in Misery (Spook Squad) - By Ashley K. Broome Page 0,49
all the way at the end of the hall is my office. The living room and kitchen, you saw that on your way in. I’ve got an X-Box and a shit ton of zombie games if you can’t sleep. I try to keep food and stuff in the house so you’re welcome to any of it if you get hungry.”
Matt let a soft laugh escape from his lips before he grabbed Keegan’s arm to stop her nervous flittering. “Thank you Keegan. If I need anything I know where to find you. Just go get some rest okay? We both are going to need as much sleep as we can get for tomorrow.”
“I just,” Keegan shook her head, “I’m going to shower and hit the sack. I’ll try not to use up all the hot water.”
“You’re so kind,” Matt did something Keegan hadn’t expected of him. He paused before he turned and wrapped her up in a tight hug. She could feel how deeply he was breathing and she couldn’t help but hold him back just as tightly. “You scared the shit out of me today Morne.”
Keegan wasn’t sure what to say so she just went with the first thing that came to mind and spoke warmly into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it again,” Matt rubbed slow circles into her back before he finally stepped back and cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Get some sleep?”
“You too,” Keegan nodded before she disappeared behind the door to her room. She leaned against it for a moment and took a deep breath. She was slipping further into the attraction she had for Matt and she was afraid that it would cause more trouble then it would be worth.
Even in sleep fear did funny things to a person. The sound of growls filled Keegan’s ears, the warmth of a leopard’s hiss misted across her face. Her body reacted before she woke. A surge of energy coiled through her. She jolted from sleep with a gasp and she stared at her hands in shock. They had begun to glow an eerie blue. The door to her room burst open and Matt stood shocked in a pair of sweat pants.
“Keegan,” His voice sounded like the voice he used when he encountered someone who had witness a crime. “Keegan, look at me.”
“Fuck,” Keegan whispered more to her self before she shook her hands out and the glow slowly dissipated. “Dreams should not feel that real.”
Matt broke down in hysterical laughter. He was clutching as his bare stomach and trying to catch his breath. Keegan stared at him in confusion before she realized that he was laughing at her. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. “I had a nightmare and all you do is laugh at me? What kind of man does that?”
Matt’s smile was wide and bright. “You’re okay though?”
“No thanks to you.” Keegan gestured angrily at him before she couldn’t help but laugh at the moment her self.
“I was a bit worried there for a moment, you just kind of yelled and I panicked.” Matt toed at the floor.
Keegan rubbed the heel of her palms against her eyes and looked at the clock and groaned, “An hour of sleep and I feel like a zombie.”
“Look at it this way Morne,” Matt tapped a hand on the door frame as he turned to head to his room, “Another two hours and you’ll be back at the precinct working your ass off preferring that you were sleeping nightmares or no.”
Flopping back down across her pillows Keegan grunted out. “Please don’t remind me.”
The morning dawned far too brightly for Keegan’s tastes. She didn’t waste time getting ready for work despite the fact she felt as though she had been run over by a Mac truck. With her gun and badge clipped in place on her belt Keegan tramped through the house and was taken aback at the sight of Matt sitting at the bar sipping on a cup of coffee looking like he belonged in her house.
“Coffee’s on the counter.” Matt pointed at the mug he had already prepared for her.
“Thanks,” Keegan poured to coffee in a to-go mug and slipped her feet into her boots. “We should get going.”
“Raring and ready to go already,” Matt let out a sigh as he scooped up his bag and followed Keegan down the hall and out the front door. “Damn it’s cold.”
“Could be worse,” Keegan threw over her shoulder. “And I like to think of it this way, the