Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“He’s not wrong,” I say.
Fear laces over her gorgeous face.
“It was five years ago, in the OR. Like I said in class, every surgeon will make a mistake at some point in their career that ends a life. I’ve carried that burden with me since.”
Not nearly as much as the burden of my daughter’s death, but I leave that part out.
“Oh, Jason…”
“But that’s probably not what he meant.” I rise, pace around the living room. “He’s going to try to pin Lindsay’s death on me, isn’t he? That motherfucker.” My mind races. “But he can’t. I have an alibi for that day. The police already know it. It’s too late.”
My words are true. Lindsay’s case is closed.
If I open it, will Ralph somehow try to point to me?
Angie swallows. “What about the brother? Could Ralph have been involved with that in some way?”
I shake my head. “He’s still in the hospital. Lots of eyes on him there. Foolproof alibi. The brother’s death, from what Detective Mann was able to gather, was due to some preexisting heart condition. Probably aggravated by the stress of his brother’s death.”
“Oh.” Angie lowers her head.
After several agonizing minutes, she finally brings her gaze to mine. “What do we do now?”
“We prove that I didn’t hurt Ralph. And we prove that he killed Lindsay. I have to get a handwriting expert to compare Lindsay’s note to some writing of—”
“Oh my God!” Angie’s eyes go wide. “I have a note from Ralph. I have his writing!”
“Angie, my God! I could kiss you!” I grab her, crush my mouth to hers.
The kiss is raw and desperate, like most of our kisses are, but this one…
Angie may have just saved everything.
That is, if her sample matches Tom’s sample and Lindsay’s note.
But we still have to prove that Ralph is Ronny.
But my thoughts cease as I deepen the kiss. I grab her ponytail, pull it hard, yank the band out of it so her gorgeous hair flows over her shoulders.
She lets out a little gasp against my lips, and for a moment, all thoughts of Ralph and Lindsay and the horrifying reality of our situation are lost in the feel of Angie in my arms.
“Jason,” she breathes when we finally break apart, her hands resting on my chest.
Her eyes are wide and filled with an emotion I can’t quite make out. Fear? Concern? Or maybe it’s just the reflection of my own feelings I see mirrored in those beautiful dark depths.
“We need to focus,” she whispers, though her hands don’t move from where they’ve settled against the fabric of my shirt.
I laugh and press a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling away. “Right now I know what I need to do. Focus. Focus on you.”
I kiss her again as I lead her to my bedroom.
We’ve never fucked here.
My room is clean, almost spartan in its simplicity. No clutter, just the essentials. The bed is large and inviting with crisp white sheets and a plain blue comforter. I lead Angie toward it, both of us silent.
As we reach the bed, I turn her to face me and settle my hands on her waist.
I want to be gentle with her. Want to love her the way she deserves, but my animal instinct takes over, and before I know it, I’ve pushed her onto the bed, my body covering hers. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, our hands fumbling with buttons and zippers in a hurried attempt to get closer.
“Jason,” she moans against my lips.
“I know,” I say. “I know.”
Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves to each other—all thoughts of Ralph or Ronny or whoever the hell he is are forgotten for the time being.
When we’re both naked, I spread her legs and slide my tongue between her wet folds.
She gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer. Her taste is intoxicating, and I lose myself in the sensation. She moans my name and arches her hips.
As I explore her with my tongue, I roam my hands over her body, tracing the delicate curves of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts. She digs into my scalp, urging me on as she gasps and writhes beneath me.
“Jason!” she cries out, her body convulsing.
It’s a sight to behold—Angie, lost in pleasure at my touch. Raw, primal instinct surges within me.
I rise up over her, capturing her lips with mine once more. The kiss is frenzied and wild, full of the same desperation that drove us into each other’s arms in the first place. I move off the bed swiftly, grab a condom from my dresser drawer, and slide it on.
Then I climb on top of her and thrust inside her heat.
It’s a perfect fit, as if we’re two parts of a whole finally uniting.