The girl next door who was so open and free with her words and actions.
He’d never been with anyone quite like her before and if he had to pick his ideal mate, it’d be her in looks, but not in actions.
Maybe because he didn’t know someone like her even existed.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
No way he’d tell her his actual thoughts right now.
“I was dreaming about this podcast I was listening to yesterday before your cat woke me up.”
She sat up and pulled the covers up with her to cover her breasts. They were both naked in bed.
“Tell me more,” she said. “I wonder if I’ve heard it yet.”
It was one thing they talked about.
“It’s about these three teens that went missing twenty years ago. Investigators found two bodies within a week, but they never found the third. They think it’s the brother that did it.”
“Bring Me Home,” she said. “Yep, I heard it. There are things that don’t add up to me. Sometimes people create those podcasts for entertainment rather than facts. It’s hard to filter it out.”
“I felt the same way,” he said. “Maybe that is why I was dreaming of it and thinking of it now. I knew you could do a much better story.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I find that sweet you think so though.”
“I’m becoming addicted to your novels.”
“Awwww,” she said. “I’m getting ready to start another soon. I finished my draft right before I flew to California. I’ve got a bit more editing to do, then I’ll take a solid week or so to put things in place for the next one. I can’t decide which way I want to go.”
“Anything I can help you with?” he asked.
“Well,” she said. “I’ve told no one these things before, but sure. I can give you the premise and see your thoughts. If you don’t like where it’s going, then maybe I’ll go with the next one.”
He sat up and put his head against the headboard. “Hit me with it.”
Warren couldn’t believe how much he loved their conversations.
He’d never had this with anyone else in his life. Man or woman.
“I still have to figure out their names. But the heroine is a police detective now. When she was thirteen, she and her best friend were walking home from softball practice one night and got kidnapped. She escaped, but her best friend didn’t. Someone had drugged them both for two weeks, and she’s made it her mission to find out who did it. No one ever caught him. She started having flashbacks and reopened the case. In the meantime, an FBI agent working a case states away has evidence tying the perp back to her kidnapping.”
“So there is a recent case now?” he asked. “As if he’s stopped and started again, or was just never suspected in all these years?”
“I’m working on that part,” she said. “I’m still trying to figure it all out.”
“Is this one of your sexy ones or for your publisher?”
“Mine,” she said. “I think my hero is going to look a bit like you.”
He rolled his eyes.
There was no way he was going to say that he was hoping she didn’t have all these high expectations after reading her books.
Talk about putting some weight on his shoulders to give her multiple orgasms.
Last night he didn’t have to worry because it hadn’t taken much before she was melting in his arms.
“Not too much like me,” he said.
