RUN FASTER: A Hallie James Mystery (The Hallie James Mysteries Book 2)

by DK Herman

  "No," he said spreading kisses on my face and neck. "If you want us to work, you need to give up playing detective. You could work for me. I always need help in the kitchen. Or you know how to bartend."

  It was like he threw a bucket of cold water over me. "Go to hell!" I growled and walked out of the room.

  I found Gabi at the makeshift bar. "Let's do a couple of shots," she said.

  "Why not," I agreed. "Tequila with a beer back," I told the bartender. "Keep em coming."

  I woke up with a hangover that would drop an ox. I squinted into my darkened bedroom, trying to remember how I got home. Damn it, where was my car? Bravely, I sat up and realized I was naked.

  Snapping on a lamp, I reached for my robe.

  "Oh, crap!" I said seeing the imprint of a head on the other pillow.

  I tried to piece the night together. But the last thing I remembered, was doing the chicken dance with Gabi.

  I started to feel sick. I'd never had a blackout before. Was someone in my bed last night?

  "Tell me I didn't," I whispered when I heard the water in my shower turn off.

  My bathroom door opened, and in the doorway stood a magnificent male in just a towel. His broad chest still damp from the shower, he was breathtaking. He smiled warmly and walked toward me.

  “What… did … I… do?” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

  “Good, you’re awake. Let’s finish what we started,” he said dropping the towel.