I stirred when Donovan kissed my forehead. I smiled, snuggled into the covers and opened my eyes.
“Hi,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to wake you, but I wanted to say goodbye.”
Lifting the blanket over my mouth, I said, “Don’t get close. I have awful morning breath.”
He grinned. “Nothing about you is awful.”
I rolled my eyes, but didn’t lower the blanket.
“I have to get to the office.”
I looked to the other side of the bed—empty—and then back at Donovan. “Where’s Nix?” I breathed in the scent of coffee and Donovan’s spicy aftershave. Definitely something I could get used to.
“He left early. You were out cold.”
“You guys wore me out.”
They had. I was relaxed in a way only several orgasms could achieve. I was also a little sore. To say they were vigorous and thorough lovers was an understatement. And two men? My body totally got worked. I was also exhausted. The nightmare hadn’t helped at all.
He grinned, stepped back. “If I don’t get out of here, I’ll be getting back in bed with you.”
Yes, please.
“I’ve got to go to my apartment, shower and get ready for work.”
It was then I noticed he was in the clothes from the night before. I’d assumed—until last night—that Donovan and Nix lived together.
“Your car’s in the driveway. We went and picked it up from your office.”
“You went and got it for me?”
He shrugged. “Figured you’d need it.”
Everything came back in a rush and my smile slipped. The good feelings slid away. How could I have forgotten?
Erin was dead.
I pushed myself up in bed, leaned against the pillows and the headboard, tugged the sheet up so I was well-covered. Murdered friends and sexy times didn’t go together.
My eyes felt gritty with lack of sleep and I rubbed them. I needed coffee and soon. “I’ll call Nix and find out when he wants me to give my statement.”
“He told me to tell you nine.”
I glanced at the bedside clock. Seven forty-five. “Sure.”
“Be careful.”
I remembered Erin’s bloody body. “Should I be worried?”
He sighed. “The murderer’s out there.”
I didn’t need that reminder.
“You have no idea how fiercely protective I am of you, but this situation is a mess. We finally get you… here”—he tugged gently at the sheet—“and Nix is off trying to get your name off the suspect list.”
“He’s worried about his job? How being with me will affect him?”
“He’s worried about you.”