“Dec?”
“You workin’ the muscle? I can call back.”
“Not the one that matters. What ya got?”
“I found her. You were right. It was her personal vehicle. If you go all psycho stalker, tell her that her tags are out.”
“Beautiful. You sendin’ everything?”
“Already did, mate. Zip file in your inbox.”
“You’re a wizard. Thanks, man.”
“No problem. Wash ‘yer hands. I’ll know if you don’t.”
“Fuck off, Declan.”
“Yep.”
“Wait…what color is her hair?”
“Funny you ask, actually.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s the same as her last name. Grey.”
She has gray hair? Interesting…my cock twitched. “And her first name?”
“Also funny…it’s your lucky number.”
Seven Grey.
The tiny serpent has a name. Every detail I learned about her in this file only makes me more convinced that she was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of me finding her—and absolutelyruiningher for anyone else. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s about to fall for my Irish arse. Her driver’s license picture alone bewitched me. She’s just as gorgeous with a full face of makeup as she is without it. And Dec wasn’t lying when he said her hair was gray. She’s got a head full of long, silky, moon-kissed locks that would be even prettier if they were wrapped around my fist. She’s pretty inked up too, though I missed that detail while she was here. Must have been the cleaning getup.
I knew she must have lived close, but I’m ecstatic at the notion that she’s only a couple cities away from here. What really got my guts twisted though? Declan got the handles to her social media, and upon checking that out…I realized why being a cleaner is likely a cake side gig for her. She’s a fuckingmortician. And proud of it. Death is just as much a staple in her life as it is in mine, and while we’re on totally different sides of this rainbow, she’s definitely the pot of gold at the end of it. And I stay true tomy culture. Apparently, she’s also a metalhead, which I adore. A bit dark…even sexier. And it doesn’t look like she owns some kind of big ass attack dog that’ll eat my throat out.
Which means…
It’s a green light straight into Stalktown.
It took me a little digging to figure out exactly where she worked, and finding out that it’s a family business—where they alsoreside…well, that could complicate things a bit. At leastshedoesn’t live there. And it also explains the hearse she rode in on the first night she was here. It was nearly dawn before I realized I spent the entire night after my drafty shower, watching all her posts. I vowed to hear her voice in my sleep. Maybe I am alittlepsycho. I’ve seen her twice and I’ve already sold my soul. When I told Shavonn I wished there would come a day when I could feel something like this again, I didn’t think she’d come back to haunt me on the same fucking evening. And yes, I do realize it isn’t the same woman. But…if the striking resemblance wasn’t enough to reel me in, then this whole ordeal just made turning my back on it impossible.
She’s fuckingmine.
I’m gonna give her a couple days to believe she’s off my radar…and then things are gonna get fun for both of us.
Check, Little Viper.
“My God, you sound like a bear in awoodchipper.”
Who let her into this room? What time is it? Bridget shoved my shoulder back and forth with the strength of a single gnat. Just enough to be annoying…and so is hervoice. I groaned and shoved her back, turning over and waving my hand for her to shoo, just to piss her off.
“Tell me I’m not witnessing the waste of an entire box of tissues on whatever you were watching on your phone last night. Is this why you didn’t show up at the merge? You had a candle-lit moment with your hand?”
“Get outta my room, Bridge.”
“I think I’m gonna be sick. How many times did you get off?” She gagged and I heard it echo into the bathroom. “What the hell happened in here? Where’s the shower curtain?” I peeked an eye open to see her picking up all my wasted swimmers with a wad of toilet paper in her hand, and the bathroom rubbish bin. It’s hilarious to see her mother me when she’s taking a five-minute break on being a spoiled brat. Had these roles been reversed I can safely say I wouldn’t be doing this for her. Not if anybodypaidme. Whatever shuts her the fuck up. She’s got quite the mess to clean…because…the answer to her question is four. Four massive, absolutely divine loads that took a few extra tissues to clean up.
