Page 43 of Win a Date with a Detective

She grins. "You know. After all those orgasms."

I burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable."

"Is that a yes?"

"No."

"No, you've never interrogated a serial killer? Or no, you won't tell me?"

"Yes."

She gasps. "BRONSON!"

I laugh as she smacks my chest. "You're impossible!"

"Sweetheart, you've spent the entire evening trying to get me to reveal confidential information."

"That's not true!"

I raise an eyebrow. She considers this.

"Fine. But I thought we might have reached a new level of intimacy."

"We have."

"Then tell me about the serial killers!"

I shake my head. “Save it for your podcasts, sweetheart.”

She groans dramatically and collapses against my chest. "You're no fun."

I roll her onto her back.

"Really?"

Her eyes widen. "Oh."

I brush my mouth against hers. "Because I don't recall you complaining about that approximately twenty minutes ago."

She smiles.

"Well, Detective, perhaps we need to conduct a follow-up investigation."

I grin. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely. I believe some additional evidence might be required."

I kiss her. Distracting Rachel might just become my favorite investigative technique.

As we tease each other with kisses and touches and words, I know for absolute certain.

I don't want another date. I want a thousand.

I want mornings. And weekends. And nights curled up in bed watching overly dramatic true crime documentaries.

Because I’ve finally found something worth investigating for the rest of my life.

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