Hot Six (Stephanie Plum 6)

I chewed on my lower lip. I'd have felt much more comfortable if she'd said she saw a hamster.

“Okay, we're going now,” Bella said. “The visions always make me tired. I'll need to take a nap in the car before the shower.”

When they drove off, Joe shut and locked the door. He took the casserole from me and set it out of Bob's reach on the dining room table. He carefully slipped my jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he unsnapped my jeans, hooked a finger into the waistband, and pulled me to him. “About that proposal, cupcake . . .”