Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Lincoln
T he ice cubes in the tumbler of amber liquid clink against the glass as it’s raised to a pair of red lips.
“Macallan,” I appreciate, sliding onto the bar stool beside the slender brunette and setting my glass of cheap IPA down on the counter. “That’s four-hundred-dollar whiskey you’re drinking.”
One of her tweezed eyebrows arches as she turns, letting her bourbon-colored eyes roam over the length of me inquisitively. “A man who knows his stuff. I’d almost be impressed if we weren’t in a bar.”
Chuckling, I give her a cursory glance.
Her brown hair is cut to her shoulders. Straight, not wavy or curly. There’s limited makeup on her natural face.
“Are you finished?” she asks, taking another slow sip of the top-shelf drink, her lips wrapping along the edge and pulling my attention to their fullness.
I flash her a grin, unfazed at being caught.
Beautiful and sassy.
A dangerous combination.
“What’s your name?” I ask instead of indulging her.
“Georgia,” she drawls playfully. Those amber eyes flicker between my fresh buzz cut that I got this morning and my lopsided smile. “Georgia Danforth.”
All I do is watch her.
Her eyes lift to my hair again before lowering to meet my eyes. “But you already knew that. Didn’t you, Detective?”
Reaching over, I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her head back gently. “I would be very bad at my job if I didn’t. And an even worse husband. Wouldn’t want that.”
She draws her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbles it, hardening me.
Leaning in, I press my lips against her ear and say, “Be very careful, because you’re making me think about all the things I want that mouth to do to my cock.”
She releases her lip and smiles, turning her head to line up our mouths. “Then what are you waiting for?”
She’s trouble, and she knows it. “After couple’s therapy,” I say, nipping her bottom lip.
Her groan makes me grin. “I don’t suppose we can skip it?”
I shake my head, brushing hair out of her face before leaning back. “No. I think we should go. Plus, I promised Knight I would stop by his place on the way home and grab the file he wants me to work on next week. He thinks the case we got hired for is one I’ll like.”
She blows out a breath, but she knows this is what’s best for us. “Fine. But just know me and my mouth were feeling extra generous today.”
My dick hardens in my jeans. “You know what I’ve told you about games, pretty girl.”
Georgia pecks me on the cheek and winks, finishing off her drink and sliding off the stool. “I guess you’ll have to punish me later for it.”
Oh, I fucking plan to.
“By the way,” she says, sliding her hand into mine as we leave The Barrel. “Your sister sent me a link to a nearby farm that’s selling labrador puppies. I think it’s a sign to finally get one like we used to talk about. And there’s one that looks just like the bookmark you gave me.”
We stop by my truck. “A puppy is a lot of responsible,” I point out.
She squeezes my hand. “So is managing a bookstore, but Claire trusted me with that.”
Very true. I peck her forehead. “Then we’ll reach out and see how much they’re asking for one and go from there. Deal.”
Georgia wraps her arms around my waist. “It sounds like a deal, detective.”
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