He was glad she’d turned off the deep freezer. Being on her bad side was a cold place, and he never intended to be there ever again.When they’d woken up in her bed at the beach house in a tangle of limbs, neither had wanted to move. They just lay there staring at and touching each other’s faces for a while before either felt the urge to speak. It had just felt right being nestled into each other like that—like something worth waiting a long time for. And he supposed he had. He didn’t intend to go much longer without making that rightness a thing of permanence. Unfortunately, he had things to do for Nikki that morning, so his plotting to possess his coworker’s heart would have to wait for later.He had been able to pinpoint exactly which motel in town Preston and Becky were staying at due to some surveillance footage the bodega next to Juan’s wife Mercedes’ beauty shop captured. Normally, the shopkeeper only kept a couple of days of footage then recorded over it, but he’d kept that particular footage because someone had keyed his new Impala.
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