The Body in the Backyard (Riley Thorn #4)

by Lucy Score

“Oh, hi, Nick. You doing okay? No stray bullets take a bite out of you?” “All good,” he promised. “You didn’t ask if I was okay,” Weber pointed out like a petulant child. Jasmine narrowed deadly brown eyes on him. “That’s because I don’t care if you’re alive or not.”

“I have never wished ill will upon someone before. However, I cannot help but hope chronic constipation will haunt him for the rest of his life,” he confessed.

Every muscle in his body was as rigid as Home Depot’s lumber section.

“No one said waffles!” “Stop yelling, Nick,” Riley yelled. Fred sat up. His toupee was askew across his forehead and one eye. “What’s all the ruckus? Did the murderer get in yet?” “No. But I might decide to do them a solid and finish the job myself,” Nick said.

“I don’t have head trauma, and I’m not overreacting to yet another criminal fiasco. I want you as my wife. My partner. You’re it for me. And I know I should have found a better way to do this, like with champagne and flowers and maybe a fucking violin. But this is us. Messy. Complicated. Slightly injured. Standing in the middle of yet another crime scene together after saving the day. So say yes. Marry me.”