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hanging up or in a suitcase or something. Whenever her life jumped out of control, her living space went to hell. She hated the habit. Letting her belongings get to this point clashed with the vow she made at fifteen not to follow her parents’ pathological pack-rat tendencies.
Noah was one of the few men she let into her family’s secret mess. Now every law enforcement official in the area would get a peek at the private battle she fought.
“Mr. Carr, while I appreciate your desire to handle the PR here, a man is dead,” Detective Sommerville said as her gaze locked on Marie.
Marie was hard to miss, since she stood in the bathroom entry wearing only a short silky robe. One that became see-through with the bathroom light glaring behind her.
“Call me Tate.”
Detective Lindsay put a quick end to Tate’s attempted flirting with his partner. “What we need is for you and your lady friend—”
“She’s my employee.”
Detective Sommerville looked skeptical. “Whatever you call her, the two of you should leave the room.”
“You can’t talk to him that way.” Marie shuffled into the middle of the conversation, boobs first. “He owns the place.”
“Shut up.” Detective Sommerville ended her comment with a dismissive look at Marie’s wardrobe choice.
Noah bent down from his position in the doorway and whispered into Lexy’s ear. “I like these detectives.”
That made two of them. “Probably because they carry guns.”
“They’re pushy and they’re pushing the right people around. Namely that Tate idiot.”
“Tate’s not that bad.” Lexy said the words, but it was getting harder and harder to stick up for the guy. The fact that he wore only a white undershirt and boxers made it easier to file him in the loser horndog category.
“Tell that to Marie’s husband.” Noah tilted his head toward the even bigger mess than the room, this one human. “She’s a classy one.”
“Would it have killed Marie to put on some pants?” Lexy whispered back.
“I’m not convinced she owns a pair.”
Someone on the police force walked around with a video camera. Another guy took photos.
“This is a circus,” Lexy said.
Noah tightened his hold on her. “Everything has to be catalogued.”
“It’s just so disrespectful. A man is dead and everyone is traipsing in and out like it’s no big deal.”
“Tate certainly thinks it’s a big deal.” Noah nodded in the other man’s general direction. “He hasn’t figured out that Sommerville is the bad cop of this duo.”
Lexy watched Tate try to convince Detective Sommerville of something. She was not buying whatever he tried to sell.
Detective Lindsay broke away from Tate’s raving and came toward Noah. The detective’s wrinkled khakis and stained white oxford suggested the guy was busying doing something else when he got the call about the crime. His short salt-and-pepper hair looked combed, but only because he kept running his fingers through it.
“Okay, folks. What can you tell me?”
“Nothing more than what we said when you first got here,” Noah said.
Detective Lindsay nodded. “Looks like the guy tossed the place before he got smashed in the head with the lamp.”
Lexy refused to look at Noah. “No one messed up the room.”
The detective tapped his pen against his pad. “What?”
“I did that,” she said, swallowing more than a little pride.
“All this?
“Yes.”
From the detective’s frown, Lexy guessed he missed the lost-pride thing. “You mean after you saw the body?”
And there went the last little bit of it. “When I was picking out an outfit to wear to dinner.”
The detective laughed. When no one joined him, he sobered. “Seriously?”
“She got a little carried away,” Noah explained.
Before Lexy could debate the wisdom of grabbing for the officer’s gun and threatening both men with it, understanding dawned on the detective’s face. He glanced at Noah with a man-to-man smile. “My wife is the
Noah was one of the few men she let into her family’s secret mess. Now every law enforcement official in the area would get a peek at the private battle she fought.
“Mr. Carr, while I appreciate your desire to handle the PR here, a man is dead,” Detective Sommerville said as her gaze locked on Marie.
Marie was hard to miss, since she stood in the bathroom entry wearing only a short silky robe. One that became see-through with the bathroom light glaring behind her.
“Call me Tate.”
Detective Lindsay put a quick end to Tate’s attempted flirting with his partner. “What we need is for you and your lady friend—”
“She’s my employee.”
Detective Sommerville looked skeptical. “Whatever you call her, the two of you should leave the room.”
“You can’t talk to him that way.” Marie shuffled into the middle of the conversation, boobs first. “He owns the place.”
“Shut up.” Detective Sommerville ended her comment with a dismissive look at Marie’s wardrobe choice.
Noah bent down from his position in the doorway and whispered into Lexy’s ear. “I like these detectives.”
That made two of them. “Probably because they carry guns.”
“They’re pushy and they’re pushing the right people around. Namely that Tate idiot.”
“Tate’s not that bad.” Lexy said the words, but it was getting harder and harder to stick up for the guy. The fact that he wore only a white undershirt and boxers made it easier to file him in the loser horndog category.
“Tell that to Marie’s husband.” Noah tilted his head toward the even bigger mess than the room, this one human. “She’s a classy one.”
“Would it have killed Marie to put on some pants?” Lexy whispered back.
“I’m not convinced she owns a pair.”
Someone on the police force walked around with a video camera. Another guy took photos.
“This is a circus,” Lexy said.
Noah tightened his hold on her. “Everything has to be catalogued.”
“It’s just so disrespectful. A man is dead and everyone is traipsing in and out like it’s no big deal.”
“Tate certainly thinks it’s a big deal.” Noah nodded in the other man’s general direction. “He hasn’t figured out that Sommerville is the bad cop of this duo.”
Lexy watched Tate try to convince Detective Sommerville of something. She was not buying whatever he tried to sell.
Detective Lindsay broke away from Tate’s raving and came toward Noah. The detective’s wrinkled khakis and stained white oxford suggested the guy was busying doing something else when he got the call about the crime. His short salt-and-pepper hair looked combed, but only because he kept running his fingers through it.
“Okay, folks. What can you tell me?”
“Nothing more than what we said when you first got here,” Noah said.
Detective Lindsay nodded. “Looks like the guy tossed the place before he got smashed in the head with the lamp.”
Lexy refused to look at Noah. “No one messed up the room.”
The detective tapped his pen against his pad. “What?”
“I did that,” she said, swallowing more than a little pride.
“All this?
“Yes.”
From the detective’s frown, Lexy guessed he missed the lost-pride thing. “You mean after you saw the body?”
And there went the last little bit of it. “When I was picking out an outfit to wear to dinner.”
The detective laughed. When no one joined him, he sobered. “Seriously?”
“She got a little carried away,” Noah explained.
Before Lexy could debate the wisdom of grabbing for the officer’s gun and threatening both men with it, understanding dawned on the detective’s face. He glanced at Noah with a man-to-man smile. “My wife is the
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