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Jaded A Suspect
Sicily"What do you think you're doing?" she whispered angrily."I'm reading the paper. Do you want to read it? If so, just ask." He chuckled and pulled it down. "How are you more beautiful when you're angry? It should be a crime.""Not funny. You're not a lawyer. You own the town gym. Everyone knows that. The cop is going to know that, so what the hell are you doing?" She hated the pissy sound of her voice, but the combination of needing him and not wanting to need him raged inside of her, threatening to spill over and ruin her composure.He set the paper down before moving forward, his actions putting him closer than she wanted. "I'm a lot of things, Sicily. You don't know me and you're judging my abilities. Don't. I don't judge yours."She turned as the girl called her name. "Miss Moretti. You and your lawyer can come this way.""Thank you," Sicily called out a little too brightly. She glanced back at Drake as he stood and moved up beside her. "This conversation isn't over.""Good.
Jaded He's Not Who He Says He Is
DrakeDrake let out a long sigh as he parked at the gym and locked up his bike. The look on Sicily's face said that she assumed the worst from him – again. He was simply trying to get her to help him figure out why the fuck the sweater was at Judy's. He wasn't insinuating anything. The girl had brothers. She had to know that most men who wanted to say something would just say it.First her thinking that he was continuously poking at her weight and not that she was a criminal."So fucking ridiculous," he growled and dropped the chain the bike. A soft grasp resounded behind him and he realized how loud he had been with his cursing. The Beltmans were walking out of the gym and stopped in their tracks. "I'm so sorry.""It's all right, son." Mr. Beltman reached out and patted Drake on the shoulder. "Something got you stirred up?"He glanced to Mrs. Beltman with a look of apology on his face and nodded. "Yeah. The girl of my dreams is quickly becoming a nightmare.""Drop her ass," Mr. Beltm
Jaded What If?
SicilyShe still hadn't answered his text from the day before. The honest truth of it was that she didn't know how to. Tugging on her yoga pants and leaning over her bed, she pulled the text up again.Drake: What if... just what if... my question earlier was to try and get you to join my team in solving this mystery? What if I'm actually a pretty decent guy and the type that says exactly what he means? Like, no mincing words or any of that shit? What if you just don't know me well enough yet? Sicily... what if?"Yeah, what if?" she grumbled and fell forward, flopping down on her bed accidentally. A growl left her and she rolled on her back before throwing her legs in the air and trying to wiggle into the pants.Lisa stopped by the door and snorted. "Um, you need some help?""Go away. I'm trying to get these on and someone washed them in hot water.""They're yoga pants, Sis. They are supposed to look like someone painted them on you.""Then never mind." Sicily ripped them from the midd
Jaded A Spankin'
SicilyDrake responded immediately, the ding on her phone causing her to jump.Drake: What if risking something meant gaining everything? Come to me and let's talk.Sicily: No talking. I'm coming to work out. Play racquetball with me.Drake: You like getting spanked?Sicily: Only in the bedroom.Drake: That's not fair. Vixen.Sicily: What if...She laughed and dropped the phone in her purse before pulling out onto the quiet streets outside of their neighborhood. It was nice not to fight traffic or hordes of people. Now if she could get her name cleared from being the town villain, she'd be good. Good thing she knew a senior counsel defense attorney."I wonder if he takes payment for services in any currency other than dollars." She laughed and parked at the gym, putting her nefarious thoughts away. She needed to be careful where he was concerned. The texts were enough teasing for one day. Maybe...Nervousness rose up in her as she approached the door, but she pushed past it. A playful
Jaded Just a Game
DrakeShe was beyond fine as she stood there in front of him, wanting to play ball, but more concerned with how she looked than anything else. His plan was to be totally open and honest with her. She wanted in? She was getting in... as far and as fast as she would allow herself to.He wasn't playing entirely fair as he flung his saucy comments at her, but nothing was ever fair in love and war. She hit the ball hard, surprising him and pulling him out of his meanderings."And what would you be doing in the shower while checking out my assets?" Her voice carried behind her, her pretty face and resulting expressions from the conversation hidden to him."Washing your back, of course." He hit the ball again – hard.She moved toward the front wall, letting the small blue ball ricochet off the back wall. It came right to her. With a gentle tap, it hit the front wall and rolled.Her point. Fuck. He had to change the subject. Getting her naked in the shower wasn't a topic of conversation he c
Jaded Who Planted the Sweater?
Drake"Hey... I wanted to come see you last night, but when you didn't respond to my text, I figured it was better to just lay off."She glanced around and nodded toward his hands. "Serve the ball. I was a little overwhelmed by your willingness to be so open. You don't seem like an open kinda guy.""I'm not usually." He tossed the ball up and hit it, starting the game back up. "I want to work on becoming more than friends, so openness is part of the deal, right?""Yes. I'm going to work on it, too. Why did you want to come over last night? Got a new luffa you wanted to try out?" She laughed as she hit the ball against a side corner.He rebounded after it, barely reaching it in time as he grumbled. "Tease."He turned to catch the beautiful expression on her face. His heart fluttered and he knew he was lost. She better fall in love with him or he might have to pick up and start life again, somewhere else. Getting rejected by her and having to hang out in their friend group for the next
Jaded Heart Attack
SicilyThey had agreed to catch up with each other later that evening. Sicily drove to the bakery with her windows down and the radio off, needing to think through the new information on Martin. Should it matter? Not really, but seeing that Judy's was lying in a pile of rubble, and Drake had a great theory on the kid’s involvement... it did.She parked outside the bakery and sat in the car for a minute, trying to let the odd racquetball game between her and Drake dissipate. Things were moving too fast between them, and yet from what he said, he had been trying to get her attention for months. Why he hadn't given up a while back was beyond her. He was eons out of her league anyway.Martin walked out of the shop and flipped the sign on the front to ‘closed’ as she opened the door and smiled at him. He had been beyond good to her. At least she could start by giving him the benefit of the doubt."Hey." She closed her car door and reached up, brushing her freshly showered hair from her fac
Jaded Sugar Lips
SicilySicily pulled up into the driveway at the house and parked, turning the car off and getting out as the wind picked up. The cold front was almost there and felt great.How long had she been waiting for the first proper cold front so she could bundle up and hid behind a wall of sweaters? No one could blame a person for looking heavy if they had on ten layers of clothing. Winter was good like that.Sicily walked to the door, turning at the sound of a motorcycle moving down the street. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she paused and waited for him to turn into the driveway. He parked and pulled off his helmet, his black bomber jacket fitting him tightly as it hugged his slim waist over his stone-washed jeans."Got flour on your nose and sugar on your lips?" He winked and walked toward her, slipping the helmet under his arm."No, thankfully. I try not to be nearly the mess I was when I first started. Besides, you don't like sugar, so I'm thinking if I was hoping for a goodnight k
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