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incredibly talented man. “You know what?” I said to him. “Even I didn’t tune in to an initial. And I did say something to the police. So, because I’ve already broken the ice with the lead detective, would you mind if I mentioned that clue to him?”
“You’re involved in the investigation?” Heath asked, and I could tell he thought it was cool.
“More by accident than by invitation,” I admitted. “But I believe they think I’m credible, and every little bit of info helps, so we might as well give them this intel about the initial A too.”
“Absolutely,” Heath said, before he seemed to think of something else. “M.J.?”
“Yeah?”
“After we’re through filming tomorrow, would you maybe like to put our heads together on the woman’s murder and see if we can’t pull a few more clues out of the ether?”
Gilley looked as though he were about to burst with happiness, and I knew my partner was thinking only about the headline Psychic Dynamic Duo Solves Local Murder Mystery . Film at Eleven.
I gave him a cautionary look but told Heath, “That sounds like a great idea. But let’s keep it on the down-low until we’re sure we’ve got something solid to offer the investigators, okay?”
“I hear ya,” said Heath. “I’ve always wanted to work with the police,” he admitted. “I’m addicted to those psychic detective shows.”
I laughed, and Gilley couldn’t resist telling Heath, “M.J. has solved a few murder cases.”
“You have?” Heath’s eyes went wide with surprise.
“Two,” I said, trying to downplay Gilley’s enthusiasm. “It hardly makes me a psychic detective.”
“Still, two is better than none,” Heath reasoned, still clearly impressed. “What were the cases?”
I told him the history of solving the homicide of Steven’s grandfather and the serial murder cases of some poor young boys in upstate New York.
“That’s awesome!” Heath said.
I smiled and tried to stifle a yawn. It had been a really long day. “I think we should get you to bed,” Steven whispered in my ear, adding the smallest purr.
I felt my face flush, and I cleared my throat. Making a show of looking at my watch, I said, “Might be a good idea to turn in for now if we have to get up early for the shoot.”
Gilley and Heath looked a little disappointed, but both of them nodded and stood up. “Good night,” said Heath, extending his hand. “I’m really excited to be working with you.”
I ignored his hand and moved in to give him a brief hug. “Thank you for passing on that message from my mother,” I whispered. “I really miss her.”
Steven and I gave our good-nights and headed up to our room. We left Gilley eyeing the front door, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of the San Francisco night scene. I imagined he’d head out for an evening of dancing and flirting and crawl back to the hotel for an hour of shut-eye before it was time to get up. Gilley had a reputation for being able to get by on very little sleep—especially when cute men were calling.
When Steven and I reached our room he took the key card out of my hand and picked me up dramatically. “Allow me,” he said, moving in to kiss my neck.
I felt that tired feeling leave me immediately, replaced by raging hormones. The man knew how to turn me on. I heard a small click, and Steven had the door open and was carrying me across the threshold.
The room was dark, but there was enough light to make out the bed, and Steven moved from nibbling my neck up to my lips. The man is an amazing kisser, and I heard myself moan as my fingers found the buttons on his shirt.
He laid me gently down on the bed, and the heat between us rose a few degrees. I felt his fingers curl into my hair, and I couldn’t seem to get his shirt off fast enough. I ached something fierce to feel his skin.
Steven shrugged out of his shirt, and I ran my fingers through the small tuft of hair along his chest. He gave a soft moan when
“You’re involved in the investigation?” Heath asked, and I could tell he thought it was cool.
“More by accident than by invitation,” I admitted. “But I believe they think I’m credible, and every little bit of info helps, so we might as well give them this intel about the initial A too.”
“Absolutely,” Heath said, before he seemed to think of something else. “M.J.?”
“Yeah?”
“After we’re through filming tomorrow, would you maybe like to put our heads together on the woman’s murder and see if we can’t pull a few more clues out of the ether?”
Gilley looked as though he were about to burst with happiness, and I knew my partner was thinking only about the headline Psychic Dynamic Duo Solves Local Murder Mystery . Film at Eleven.
I gave him a cautionary look but told Heath, “That sounds like a great idea. But let’s keep it on the down-low until we’re sure we’ve got something solid to offer the investigators, okay?”
“I hear ya,” said Heath. “I’ve always wanted to work with the police,” he admitted. “I’m addicted to those psychic detective shows.”
I laughed, and Gilley couldn’t resist telling Heath, “M.J. has solved a few murder cases.”
“You have?” Heath’s eyes went wide with surprise.
“Two,” I said, trying to downplay Gilley’s enthusiasm. “It hardly makes me a psychic detective.”
“Still, two is better than none,” Heath reasoned, still clearly impressed. “What were the cases?”
I told him the history of solving the homicide of Steven’s grandfather and the serial murder cases of some poor young boys in upstate New York.
“That’s awesome!” Heath said.
I smiled and tried to stifle a yawn. It had been a really long day. “I think we should get you to bed,” Steven whispered in my ear, adding the smallest purr.
I felt my face flush, and I cleared my throat. Making a show of looking at my watch, I said, “Might be a good idea to turn in for now if we have to get up early for the shoot.”
Gilley and Heath looked a little disappointed, but both of them nodded and stood up. “Good night,” said Heath, extending his hand. “I’m really excited to be working with you.”
I ignored his hand and moved in to give him a brief hug. “Thank you for passing on that message from my mother,” I whispered. “I really miss her.”
Steven and I gave our good-nights and headed up to our room. We left Gilley eyeing the front door, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the lure of the San Francisco night scene. I imagined he’d head out for an evening of dancing and flirting and crawl back to the hotel for an hour of shut-eye before it was time to get up. Gilley had a reputation for being able to get by on very little sleep—especially when cute men were calling.
When Steven and I reached our room he took the key card out of my hand and picked me up dramatically. “Allow me,” he said, moving in to kiss my neck.
I felt that tired feeling leave me immediately, replaced by raging hormones. The man knew how to turn me on. I heard a small click, and Steven had the door open and was carrying me across the threshold.
The room was dark, but there was enough light to make out the bed, and Steven moved from nibbling my neck up to my lips. The man is an amazing kisser, and I heard myself moan as my fingers found the buttons on his shirt.
He laid me gently down on the bed, and the heat between us rose a few degrees. I felt his fingers curl into my hair, and I couldn’t seem to get his shirt off fast enough. I ached something fierce to feel his skin.
Steven shrugged out of his shirt, and I ran my fingers through the small tuft of hair along his chest. He gave a soft moan when
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