Cold Moon Dead
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To say I was shocked by his acceptance of what Marcus had to say, was putting it lightly. Then I saw the sparkle in Dad’s eye. I knew he was well aware that if this happened again, he would probably do things the same way. I shook my head a bit and said it was time to leave.
With a kiss to their cheeks, I left my parents’ house. Marcus walked me out, climbed into his cruiser and asked if I thought what he’d said made any difference to my parents. I shrugged, kissed him, and headed home.
“At least we tried. Thanks.”
It looked like I was going to have to shop for another car. Wasn’t that just a pain? I sighed and stopped at the market for a few items. Afterward, I took a left at the light in the village.
Heading up the street, I recognized Marcus’s cruiser parked outside the house. How had he gotten here before me? Then I remembered I had stopped at the store.
Marcus stood on the sidewalk, leaning against the car, a smile on his face.
The rental car came to a stop behind the car parked in my driveway. I jumped out and ran toward the vehicle. It was in perfect condition. I turned with my mouth open to find Marcus laughing as he strode up the driveway.
“You should see your face.” His chest heaved with laughter.
“Where did you find it? It’s mine, right? My own car?”
“It sure is.”
“Where was it all this time?” I asked.
“Hidden with a group of cars at a storage facility awaiting shipment out of the country. We found the information on them when we ransacked the store and the house. Jabroni’s wife had a stash of paperwork hidden in her bedroom under lock and key.” He whipped a set of keys from his pocket and handed them to me.
In a second, I had thrown myself against his body and was kissing him all over his face. He laughed while his hold on me tightened.
“Look inside,” Marcus said with a grin.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
I scrambled around the car and whipped the door open. My Louis Vuitton handbag sat crumpled on the front seat. A little worse for wear, but still, it was mine and that’s all that mattered.
Jumping for joy, I grinned like a fool. Marcus couldn’t contain his laughter. I invited him into the house after locking the car doors.
“I can’t stay long. I shouldn’t be here now. I took my lunch break to lecture your parents like you asked me to.” He chuckled and followed me inside. “It’s a good thing you got here when you did. I was about to leave.”
Stepping into his arms, I laid a heavy kiss on him, hoping to change his mind. His jacket came off, along with the gun belt and other things as we moved into the bedroom.
Yes, life can be good.
About the Author
J.M. Griffin is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to stimulate the imagination. Like an artist, J.M. uses blank pages to draw vivid characters. Other titles featuring the intrepid sleuth Lavinia (Vinnie) Esposito include For Love of Livvy, Dirty Trouble, and Dead Wrong. J.M. lives in rural Rhode Island, a colorful and interesting state.