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

by Jennifer Cody

sounds like the dude is gone, I stand up from where I crouched behind Fox and wipe my hands on my leggings. Yes, I did in fact choose the leggings so that if I got an erection Fox wouldn’t miss it and would know I’m so very onboard with some horizontal tango. What? Some people have to use alternate forms of communication because we can’t give verbal consent. Since I should probably explain that we’re currently squatting, I fast walk to the kitchen where Elijah Penn keeps his lease in a drawer. I pull it out, showing Fox the lease and pointing to the name. I point to myself and execute a beautiful squat before standing up with a not-so-innocent grin. Fox stares at me with a blank look then the realization hits him, and he dips his chin with just the smallest impression of an amused smile on his lips. “You’re squatting here.” I nod, brightening my smile and returning the contract to its place. When I return to the couch, instead of sitting where I was, I sit in Fox’s lap, wrapping one arm around his neck and pointing to my mouth with the other, puckering my lips. I don’t know a better way of communicating my need for kisses, and I’m pretty sure it would have worked, too, except that the sound of someone messing with the front door handle draws our attention away from our first kiss. Before I can react, the knob turns and the door bangs open, stopped only by the chain. “Open the door before I break it down!” the dude from earlier shouts through the crack. Fox deposits me on t...