Dextra said softly, her head on his chest. They were in bed, and they lay tangled together, exhausted after a furious bout of make-up sex they had engaged in after their usual fight. Lonnie waited before answering. She had pronounced his name as half a question, half a demand. “Dexie,” he said finally, also half a question, noncommittal. “What is Roland Longville to you?” Lonnie breathed in deeply. “He’s an annoying two-bit private eye, and a royal pain in the arse.” “Then do something for me.” “What’s that?” “Kill him.” Lonnie laughed and rolled out from under her. “What kind of person do you take me for?” “I thought I meant something to you.” She sat up, letting the covers fall away from her perfect body, knowing the effect that it would have on him. But Lonnie only smiled. “I owe Longville a debt I haven’t yet repaid, my love.” “What could you possible owe him?” She scowled, covering herself. “My life. The man saved my life once.”
