gulping heaves.
He held her tightly, planning to
keep her in his arms as long as she needed him. Silently, he hoped that would
be forever. In reality, he only got to embrace her for a couple of minutes
because the siren and flashing lights of a police car invaded the room.
“Cops,” Nixie said, sounding
relieved. She glanced down at Nick and observantly said, “You should probably
put some pants on.”
Nick looked down at himself and
hissed. “Shit.” Rushing to the other side of the room, he snatched his pants up
and hurriedly began shrugging them on.
They were both just making it to
the front door when there was a knock on the other side. Nixie cautiously
glanced in the peephole before opening the door to the officer.
The policeman, Clark his nametag
read, glanced between them before finally saying, “We got a call from a
neighbor who reported hearing gunshots. Is everything okay over here?”
“No.” Nixie swung the door back as
far as it would go so he could step inside. “Thank goodness you’re here. Let me
know who the neighbor was so I can kiss them.”
“Ma’am, that is confiden—”
She didn’t even let him finish his sentence. “We
were in the bedroom when someone walked down my driveway and started firing
through the window. A minute later, they hopped into a car and took off.”
“It was like a drive-by shooting,”
Nick said in disbelief. His eyes slid accusingly to Nixie. “You lured me away
from the ritzy area and dumped me in the ghetto.”
“ The ghetto ?”
“I was never shot at until you came
along.” His voice sounded so reasonable it was irritating.
“Neither was I!” Nixie retorted
with a scowl. “Seeing as you were the one who was robbed this morning, I’m
putting the blame on you. It must be related.”
Officer Clark turned to Nick with a
look of interest. “You were robbed? Have you filed a report?”
“Not yet,” Nick said sheepishly.
Clark gave him a disapproving look before turning to glance outside. “We
can assess the damage, inside and out, while my partner questions the neighbors
to see if there were any witnesses.” He gave Nick a long stare. “And Mr.
Morgan, we’ll need you to fill out that report.”
Looking completely chastised, Nick
nodded his head in agreement.
He held a hand out to Nixie,
smiling when she took it, and then the two of them followed Officer Clark to
assess the damage.
Chapter Six
Nixie awoke the next morning to the
sound of the phone ringing. She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head.
Maybe if she ignored the horrible electronic, it would realize she wasn’t going
to answer it and leave her alone.
“Hello?” Nick’s tired, sleepy voice
asked.
Nixie rolled over to look at him,
an amused smirk on her face at the fact that he was answering her telephone.
“Hello, Nixie’s mother,” he said
mischievously. “Yes. Your daughter’s right here.”
Nixie had given a panicked squeal
upon hearing the call was from her mother. She frantically scrambled over Nick
to get the receiver out of his hands.
He held it just out of her reach.
With his free hand, he pointed to his lips.
Nixie had climbed on top of him in
her attempt to get the phone. She was now straddling him, glaring down
threateningly. Finally, giving in with a huff, she leaned down and gave him a
quick kiss.
Nick pressed a hand to her back,
holding her to him, and deepened the kiss.
She moaned into his mouth,
momentarily forgetting the phone until she heard her mother’s voice call out.
“Hello? Nixie? Are you there?”
Nixie yelped and pulled away,
snatching the phone from his grip. “Mom?” She gasped breathlessly. “Hello?”
“Nixie!” Her mother practically
screamed. “That was who I think
it was … wasn’t it?”
“Who?”
“Nicholas Morgan. It was. Don’t lie
to me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Nixie’s brows furrowed in
confusion. “How did you…?”
“Have you checked the tabloids?”
her mother asked
Celia Loren
Roddy Doyle
dakota trace
Tara Brown
Roger Zelazny
S.P. Davidson
Sandra McIntyre
Ilona Andrews
Erin McCarthy
Carol Lynne, T. A. Chase