Chapter 82

“I have a friend who’s pretty smart when it comes to things like that.”

“Romero? That doesn’t surprise me in the least.”

“How the fuck do you know about Romero?”

“Really, Mark?” I set aside the washcloth, then turned on the hot water and rinsed off the razor. “You’re not the only one who can discover things.”

“Huh.”

“Yes.” I tilted my head to the side and ran the razor over my cheek.

I thought he’d decided to let it go, but I should have known better. His fingers ringed my wrist, holding it still while he whispered in my ear, “I will get an answer from you.”

He closed his teeth over my earlobe, letting me feel the pressure but not hurting me, and I couldn’t contain a breathy moan.

Thenhe released my ear. “Your mom really likes Pita,” he said. He released my wrist as well, and after drawing in a deep breath, I resumed shaving.

“I’m glad.” I kept my tone nonchalant.

“So am I. What the fuck would I do with a kitten?”