Dragonfly Vs Monarch. Charley Brindley

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СКАЧАТЬ slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. When he put his arms around her and kicked the door closed, his paper bag hit her in the butt.

      “Mmm…feels like you brought something hard with you.”

      “Yeah.” He kissed her again. “Hard liquor.”

      “That, too?”

      After a moment, she leaned back. “Hungry?”

      He shook his head and kissed her again.

      She reached behind herself and took the bag from his hand. “I want to see what you brought me.” She opened the bag and peeked inside. “I love wine coolers.”

      “Where’s Rachel?”

      “At the orphanage.” She took his hand to lead him toward the kitchen.

      “I wish she were here.”

      “Me, too. I just love her to pieces.” Katrina set the bottles out on the kitchen table. “Sit there.” She pointed to a chair at the table, then slipped on an oven mitt. “I made us a pizza.”

      “Wow, it smells great. Maybe I am hungry.”

      She placed the pizza on top of the stove and cut it with a rollerblade cutter. After sliding four large pieces onto a plate, she sat it on the table and took the chair across from him.

      “Where do we start?” she asked.

      He picked up a slice of pizza and immediately dropped it. “I usually start with my fingers, but it’s too hot.”

      “You know what I’m talking about.” She scooted her chair out and went to a drawer for two forks. Instead of returning to the chair across the table, she sat beside him.

      They each used their forks to cut a bite of pizza.

      “Why did they fire you?” he asked.

      “Sleeping with the enemy, for openers, which I didn’t.”

      “And?”

      “Child endangerment.”

      “Well, that’s true, if you thought I might be a killer.”

      “Ha, you don’t know how close you were to a bullet.”

      Rigger stopped chewing to stare at her.

      “Remember that first day, when you bought us hot chocolate?”

      He nodded.

      “Did you ever see my right hand? No, you didn’t, because it was in my coat pocket, right next to my service revolver–which, by the way, I had to turn in today.”

      “You had a gun on me?”

      “Not actually on you, but I could have had it in my hand in an instant if you made a move on us. Same thing when you thought I was cleaning your kitchen. I had my eye on you the whole time while you were playing with Rachel.”

      “Well…” He went back to his food. “I thought you were a pretty poor house cleaner.”

      “I wanted to arrest you so bad, but I had no evidence, nothing I could take to court.”

      “When did you go soft on me?”

      “It was the second time Rachel and I went to your apartment. I began to see you were an okay guy.” Katrina twisted the caps off two wine coolers and set one in front of Rigger.

      He took a drink. “And I guess you reported back to your chief that I wasn’t a suspect any longer?”

      “I did, but Captain Billingsley didn’t buy it. Said I was getting cozy with you and I should back away for a while, maybe do paperwork or write parking tickets.”

      “But you didn’t.”

      “How could I?”

      “He the one who fired you?”

      “Yes. Not actually fired, but suspended until internal affairs completes their investigation. I think it was the third item on his list that really ticked him off.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Insubordination and not following department procedures.”

      “That’s two items.”

      “And the term ‘loose cannon’ came up more than a couple of times.”

      “Sounds like you really pissed him off, but I can’t imagine you being insubordinate to anyone.” Rigger glanced around the kitchen, then got up to pull two paper towels from a roll lying beside the sink. He handed one to her and wiped his mouth with the other.

      “Oh, I was insubordinate all right, and I also refused to stop seeing you.”

      He turned to face her. “Was it worth it?”

      She studied her slice of pizza for a moment. “Not yet.” She took a bite.

      “You’re cute. Are we going to get drunk or what?”

      “What.”

      Rigger put down his bottle and took her in his arms. He kissed her lips, cheek, ear, then neck. When he nibbled on the top button of her blouse, she dropped her wine cooler. The bottle hit the table and tipped over, spilling the pink beverage. Neither of them seemed to notice.

      He pushed aside his pizza and picked her up to sit her on the table before him. She spread apart her knees, and he pressed the side of his face to her breast. When he wrapped his arms around her, she hugged his neck and laid her cheek on his head.

      “Rigger,” she whispered.

      “Hmm?”

      “Why is my butt wet?”

      He dropped his hand to her butt, then to the tabletop. “Wine cooler,” he said, without shifting his position.

      “Oh. Good.”

      “Don’t you think you should change out of those wet jeans?”

      “Not here.”

      “Where?”

      “Bedroom.”

      “You have one?”

      She eased forward, off the table and into his lap, straddling him.

      When she kissed him, he felt her tongue brush his lips. He parted his lips, and their tongues met.

      “Kat,” he whispered.

      “Hmm?”

      “Now my pants are wet.”

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