Capturing the Devil (Stalking Jack the Ripper, #4)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“Shall we see about solving another gruesome murder, my love?”

“You truly astound me with the direction your filthy mind travels in, Wadsworth. We’re at a crime scene; have a care.”

“You try turning down the scent of cinnamon and sugar and my ultimate love: butter.”

It was warm and sweet. And wholly unexpected. The pastries had been good, but this was much better. He slowly backed us into the dresser so I could sit against it, taking my weight from my leg. While we kissed, he gently cradled my face between his hands as if I was the most precious thing in his world.

“Beyond life, beyond death. My love for thee is eternal.”

“Your deductions might not be as sharp as you think if you believe I lack motivation, Cresswell.”

Lord help me, but the cat seemed to perk up at the thought. It was a Cresswell through and through.

“You’ve truly bewitched me, Cresswell.”

“Once you’ve finished your unholy flirtation with the dessert, you can join us at our table, Cresswell.” “Don’t be jealous, my love. I assure you, nothing tastes as sweet as you.”

“Wadsworth. I have a confession to make. It’s something I ought to have mentioned sooner. I am shamelessly addicted to reading romance novels. I may even shed a tear or two at their conclusion. What can I say? I’m a fool for a happy ending.”