The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)

by Jennifer Cody

Grabbing the book I’ve been reading, I make a cup of fancy tea from my host’s stash and settle in on the sofa to wait for Fox to re-emerge. Communication barriers are a bitch, but my text-to-speech device was stolen three months ago, and those things aren’t cheap. Hence why it was stolen. I guess I could practice my letters instead of reading about gay pirates pillaging the tightest holes on the high seas…but gay pirates are way more interesting than wobbly script written by a guy who can’t tell if he’s right or left-handed. No really. I use both hands equally, but holding a pencil never felt right in either hand. You’d think that using eating utensils would clear things up for me, but I use a fork in my right and a spoon with my left and switching them up isn’t comfortable. I’m a two-handed eater. Fox startles me out of my thoughts when he lifts my feet off the sofa and sits, setting them in his lap. I smile happily at the intimacy of the position. Fox’s mouth makes an effort to leak his happiness too, but the man squashes the smile almost as soon as it appears.