Chapter 43

Terrell looked away bashfully for a moment before turning back. “We should really go through my Nana’s stuff.”

“There are eight boxes. It can wait. Besides, now that I have a clean bill of health, I would love—really love—to give you a good work out.” Dakota reached behind him and closed the bedroom door. He grinned. “I’m not letting you go. Not this time. You’re mine.”

Terrell looked like he might try and object, but he changed his mind. “I’m yours. You know I am.”

Kissing him deeply, Dakota walked him toward the bed. He planned to take the lead in an entirely different way.16

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” Terrell’s voice carried from inside Dakota’s room, where he was lounging in a chair. They had lethargically moved upstairs after about an hour of intense physical enjoyment.

Kneeling by one of the boxes, Dakota halted his rifling through the dead woman’s things. “Really?”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“No.” He laughed. “Not in the slightest.”