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something in my gut told me to trust you.” I leaned down and bumped my forehead against hers. “It was the snacks, wasn’t it?” She huffed out a laugh. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for homemade trail mix.”
The woman was down for kinky sex, knew how I liked my coffee, and was more than willing to aid in the murder of a rapist. What had I done to get so lucky?
“Oh, good. I’ve been fighting the urge to hurl this entire drive.” “We’ll have to hold it in,” I told her. “Wouldn’t want to leave behind gross little piles of DNA for someone to find.”
Reader, I puke-laughed. And, no. I do not recommend it. I’d just killed a man, and my unhinged partner in crime was cracking jokes. “Fuck me,” I muttered.
“Kind of a weird time to offer,” Aly said without missing a beat. “Can I take a raincheck until after we’ve disposed of the body and you get a chance to brush your teeth?”
“Brad’s death was too anticlimactic.”
“Yeah. I mean, a piece of shit like him? His demise should have been more violent and, ideally, included getting lit on fire at the end.” That surprised a snort out of him. “Bonfire o’ Brad.”
“Barbecue o’ Bluhm,” I said...
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“Too soon?” he said. “I mean, I know we haven’t had the official conversation yet, but we share a child, and I feel like disposing of a body is a boyfriend-girlfriend activity and not something you do with a casual hookup.”
He snorted. “Too wordy. I prefer the couple who slays together, stays together.”
nodded. “Same. Death, I’m okay with; dismemberment, I’m not so sure. And because we’re amateurs, the risk of getting caught somewhere along the way is too high for me to stomach. I’d much rather let the professionals handle it.” “Consider me team mob then,” Josh said.
“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.” I grinned. “Yes.”
Aly had only interacted with her aunt a few times and said that was all it took for her to grudgingly like the woman. Moira had a whip-sharp sense of humor and didn’t take shit from anyone, her husband included.
Aly frowned. “So, what do we do until then? Exchange frivolous pleasantries and pretend we’re not all waiting for that conversation to happen?” Moira clinked her glass against her niece’s. “You catch on fast.”
