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Kara.
“Yeah. The ER docs wrote on her chart that the carving looked like a sun, and the name stuck. Our sunny Southern California rapist.”
Kara shuddered, thinking about finding the unconscious woman drenched in her own blood. “Great. If this gets out in the news, he’ll get off on his own celebrity.”
“That’s it?” Abbey asked, incredulous. “That’s all you can tell us?” She turned to Kara. “I told you we shouldn’t have invited him over. You expect too much from a man who can’t handle our gifts and runs at the first sign of trouble.”
Kara glanced away, barely containing a get-me-out-of-here groan. Abbey wasn’t talking about Tray as a professional, but as her first steady boyfriend, and Kara didn’t want to be caught in the middle. It was bad enough being able to sense so many of Tray’s emotions.
Tray smiled and leaned down, wrapping one hand behind Abbey’s head while he found her lips with his. She opened for him immediately, clutching his shirt in her small fists, until he whispered into her mouth, “Hey, baby, think of me tonight when you’re fucking some stranger. I’ll be thinking of you…and how I’m better off with my hand.”
He released Abbey and turned toward the door, saying over his shoulder to Kara, “Give me some time to think about the case. I’ll call you.”
After the door closed, Abbey sank to the weathered wood floor, right where Tray had been standing. “I don’t think I can live without that man. I’m going to totally give up all other men, for like… a week . If it goes well, maybe he’ll take me back.”
Kara tried not to snort. A week? She doubted Abbey’s good intentions would hold out that long. Still, a few days of sexual sanity was better than nothing. “If that’s what you want, I know you can do it. And with the SoCal Rapist out there, we don’t have time for men, anyway.”
Chapter Five
No time for men. No time for men. Kara repeated it to herself like a mantra as she walked into her building. Two of the five offices on the lower level already sported their Closed for Lunch signs on the glass.
The clock in the lobby told Kara she’d been able to squeeze in almost four hours of sleep on Abbey’s worn sofa. It still wasn’t enough. She ached down to her bones from hanging off the small couch all morning. At least she hadn’t woken up in a lusty sweat in the throes of another orgasm. Wait…was that a good thing? Screw the stairs and working on her thighs. She deserved the elevator today.
Kara pressed the button, noticing she needed to touch up the chipping paint along the decorative frame of the elevator. On her to-do list for the day, that would fall somewhere below fixing the slow leak in machine number three in the basement laundry, and somewhere far above the mandatory check she needed to do on the condition of Cat Lady’s carpet on the third floor. Kara had promised Cat Lady that if she could clean it up and find a home for half the cats, she wouldn’t report her to the landlord. Here’s to hoping. She really hated being the bad guy.
When the elevator doors opened, a mother and her college-age daughter from the sixth floor walked out. Kara smiled and said hello, hoping they didn’t think of something that had suddenly broken, as many of the tenants seemed to do when they had the fortune of cornering Kara in the elevator. Not making eye contact never helped.
Her smile grew when they simply greeted her and kept walking. She stepped into the elevator, and someone called from the lobby, “Can you hold the doors, please?”
Crap. She sighed impatiently and put her hand out to stop the doors from closing. She wasn’t out of the woods yet. “No problem.”
She only looked up when a set of large feet in expensive black leather shoes fill her vision. Gavin? Her eyes followed the path up his long legs, taking in the oversized box in his arms, until they got to his face. She frowned. Not Gavin.
But as she looked closer, she
“Yeah. The ER docs wrote on her chart that the carving looked like a sun, and the name stuck. Our sunny Southern California rapist.”
Kara shuddered, thinking about finding the unconscious woman drenched in her own blood. “Great. If this gets out in the news, he’ll get off on his own celebrity.”
“That’s it?” Abbey asked, incredulous. “That’s all you can tell us?” She turned to Kara. “I told you we shouldn’t have invited him over. You expect too much from a man who can’t handle our gifts and runs at the first sign of trouble.”
Kara glanced away, barely containing a get-me-out-of-here groan. Abbey wasn’t talking about Tray as a professional, but as her first steady boyfriend, and Kara didn’t want to be caught in the middle. It was bad enough being able to sense so many of Tray’s emotions.
Tray smiled and leaned down, wrapping one hand behind Abbey’s head while he found her lips with his. She opened for him immediately, clutching his shirt in her small fists, until he whispered into her mouth, “Hey, baby, think of me tonight when you’re fucking some stranger. I’ll be thinking of you…and how I’m better off with my hand.”
He released Abbey and turned toward the door, saying over his shoulder to Kara, “Give me some time to think about the case. I’ll call you.”
After the door closed, Abbey sank to the weathered wood floor, right where Tray had been standing. “I don’t think I can live without that man. I’m going to totally give up all other men, for like… a week . If it goes well, maybe he’ll take me back.”
Kara tried not to snort. A week? She doubted Abbey’s good intentions would hold out that long. Still, a few days of sexual sanity was better than nothing. “If that’s what you want, I know you can do it. And with the SoCal Rapist out there, we don’t have time for men, anyway.”
Chapter Five
No time for men. No time for men. Kara repeated it to herself like a mantra as she walked into her building. Two of the five offices on the lower level already sported their Closed for Lunch signs on the glass.
The clock in the lobby told Kara she’d been able to squeeze in almost four hours of sleep on Abbey’s worn sofa. It still wasn’t enough. She ached down to her bones from hanging off the small couch all morning. At least she hadn’t woken up in a lusty sweat in the throes of another orgasm. Wait…was that a good thing? Screw the stairs and working on her thighs. She deserved the elevator today.
Kara pressed the button, noticing she needed to touch up the chipping paint along the decorative frame of the elevator. On her to-do list for the day, that would fall somewhere below fixing the slow leak in machine number three in the basement laundry, and somewhere far above the mandatory check she needed to do on the condition of Cat Lady’s carpet on the third floor. Kara had promised Cat Lady that if she could clean it up and find a home for half the cats, she wouldn’t report her to the landlord. Here’s to hoping. She really hated being the bad guy.
When the elevator doors opened, a mother and her college-age daughter from the sixth floor walked out. Kara smiled and said hello, hoping they didn’t think of something that had suddenly broken, as many of the tenants seemed to do when they had the fortune of cornering Kara in the elevator. Not making eye contact never helped.
Her smile grew when they simply greeted her and kept walking. She stepped into the elevator, and someone called from the lobby, “Can you hold the doors, please?”
Crap. She sighed impatiently and put her hand out to stop the doors from closing. She wasn’t out of the woods yet. “No problem.”
She only looked up when a set of large feet in expensive black leather shoes fill her vision. Gavin? Her eyes followed the path up his long legs, taking in the oversized box in his arms, until they got to his face. She frowned. Not Gavin.
But as she looked closer, she
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