Adelle Laudan - Killer Scents

She smiled and pressed her leg against his erection. “I think I have some idea.”

Randy growled and backed her into the shower, under the warmth raining down on them. He captured a nipple in his mouth, rewarded by her moan. The water ran cold before his legs turned to jelly and Becca leaned heavily against him.

He watched her take an oversized towel and wrap it around her, tucking the end between her breasts.

“Red.”

She looked at him through lowered lashes. “Yes?”

Randy took her face in his hands and tilted it upwards so he could look directly into her eyes. “I love you.”

Her eyesight blurred and her bottom lip quivered. “I love you too, Detective.”

He smiled, happy to finally hear those words from her. He brushed her mouth lightly before pulling her into his arms.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Starving, what do you have in mind?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I think you need some food, old man. You can’t run on empty at your age.”

“Oh, you want to play that game do ya, ol’ lady?”

Becca laughed. On her way out of the bathroom, she dropped her towel and snatched her housecoat from the back of the door.

“You don’t play fair.” Randy’s words were muffled behind the closed door.

Becca padded across the carpet to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Crap.” She frowned at the scarce contents. She’d never enjoyed cooking for just her alone

Her gaze wandered over half a dozen eggs, a quart of milk, cheese, and two bagels . “Perfect.”

Becca decided to cook a couple of cheese omelettes and toast the bagels. “It’s never the wrong time for breakfast.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Randy eased up behind her and nuzzled her neck.

She set down the knife for the cheese, unable to concentrate with him so close to her. “Mmm, that feels good.”

Randy spun her around and slipped his hands inside her housecoat. He pulled her close so her bare breasts pressed against his damp chest.

“You do realize I can’t cook anything like this.” She giggled.

“I beg to differ.” He swept her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. “I think we can definitely get something cooking between the two of us.”

His lips covered hers in a long, lush kiss as he carried her to the bedroom. Suddenly, he came to a full stop and pulled back from her. He looked into her bedroom, his eyes a tad too bright.

“What’s wrong?” Randy slowly lowered her to stand, and she turned to look in the same direction. “No, no, no.... This can’t be happening again.”

She grabbed his arm, unable to take her eyes off of the disturbing image before her. On her pillow, precisely in the center, lay a long-stemmed, dark purple rose. Her knees buckled, and Randy held her upright with a hand clamped on each arm.

He firmed his hold on her. “Look at me, Red.”

Becca forced herself to meet his gaze.

“We’ll get to the bottom of this together. I promise.”

Her fear quickly turned to anger. A fire erupted within her. “I am going to find the bastard and put an end to this for good.”

“You won’t be alone, Red. We will find him.”

“Yes. Yes, we will.” Becca leaned into his chest and welcomed his steadying embrace. “And when we do find him—I’m going to kill him....”

The End

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Adelle Laudan lives in Southern Ontario with the last of her four children still under her wing. She is keeper of one little diva dog named ChaChi who always manages to make her smile. Adelle is a multi-published author, spanning many genres.

Adelle invites you on the many twists and turns of being a published author. Be sure to fasten your seatbelt, as it’s sure to be a ride you won’t soon forget.

“If I can evoke emotion from my readers, whether it be laughter or tears, I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.”

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Copyright© 2012 Adelle Laudan

Editor: Faith Bicknell-Brown

ISBN: 10- 148002614X

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