“Uh oh,” Miranda said, sounding like she was just barely holding back a laugh.
“What?” I asked, shaking the lingering thoughts loose.
“We made a mess,” she said, straightening so her back was to my chest, and gesturing around the bathroom.
Apparently, we’d fucked a little harder than I’d realized.
In fact, we’d fucked half of the damn water out of the tub.
She finally let the laugh loose as she shook her head.
“Well, at least it was worth the hassle of cleaning that up,” she told me, turning her head a bit so she could lean up, a silent invitation to press a kiss to her lips.
And I damn sure wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to do that.
Afterward, I shooed her to bed, and I handled the mess, hanging up the sopping towels in the shower so they could hopefully dry. If not, I could run them to the laundry room before I got my day started.
“You sleeping?” I asked as I moved into her room, finding the TV already on, as it always was when she slept, and her curled up under the blankets.
“Not yet,” she said, voice soft, making it clear she was close to that.
“Want some company?” I asked, still not sure where things stood with us. Were we just fucking? Was she open to something other than that?
She didn’t respond to that, just pulled up the blankets as a silent invitation in.
I wasted no time climbing in, sliding an arm under her, and pulling her up onto my chest. She was initially tense for a moment before she melted into me.
“So, what’s tomorrow’s schedule?” I asked, sifting my hand through her hair, the silky strands sliding easily.
“I have a lunch with Cam and his boyfriend,” she said. “I mean, if you want to—“
“It’s okay. Enjoy your time with your friends. I am going to track down the doorman’s daughter and talk to her.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. We can do dinner, yeah?” I asked.
“That’s true. But I think I’ve had enough going out,” she said.
“Ordering in, then. Eating in bed. Possibly naked.”
“That sounds like a mess waiting to happen.”
“Don’t worry, if you spill anything on you, I will lick it off,” I promised, getting a little, girlish giggle out of her.
It wasn’t the first night I’d spent with a woman.
But it was damn sure the happiest one.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Brock
Some part of me felt like the doorman’s daughter thing was a bit of a dead-end. But as much as I did believe in gut instincts, I also believed in doing your due diligence. That was the job, wasn’t it? To investigate. Even if the leads didn’t feel like they were going to actually, well,leadanywhere.
The paperwork we had said that Maude Edwardson has worked at Miranda’s company for about eight months, but that the employment had ended a few months ago.
There weren’t, though, any notes about poor behavior.