Dead in the Water (Kate Ryan Mysteries Book 10) by Kate Sweeney

have time for a quick shower. Then you’re going to tell me where you’ve been.”
    “Deal.”
    After a shower, I sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about my afternoon conversations with my friends. I realized how lucky and blessed I was to be able to have friends who cared about me and Maggie.
    “What are you doing?”
    Maggie’s incredulous tone broke my insane reverie. She stood in the doorway of our bedroom, watching me.
    “What?” It was then I realized I was sitting on the bed—naked with the towel in my hand.
    Maggie walked into the bedroom and stood in front of me. “What’s wrong with you lately?” She took the towel out of my hand and began drying my hair. “You seem preoccupied.”
    I shrugged and didn’t answer, mainly because I was enjoying the attention and didn’t want her to stop, and to be honest, I was getting very aroused. When she stopped drying my hair, I looked up at her. “My hair is still wet.”
    “Is everything all right?” She knelt down and absently ran her fingertips along the tops of my thighs.
    “Everything is wonderful,” I said. “I’m really looking forward to this weekend.”
    Maggie smiled and cocked her head. “So am I. We haven’t gone away for a nice weekend in a while. Are you sure you want to? I know we have this case.”
    “Costello can handle it.”
    Maggie parted my legs and leaned in…Oh, boy. “Good, because I like the idea of us being alone for the weekend. And Maureen seems very capable.”
    “She is.” I sighed dreamily. “One of the reasons I agreed to start the PI…” Oh, who cares!
    She leaned in farther and kissed me—immediate nipple erectus. I shivered uncontrollably when her dastardly tongue slipped into my mouth. All of the sudden, I was on my back with Maggie looming over me.
    “Um…dinner’s at seven,” I said, trying to control my breathing. It was impossible with Maggie lightly running her fingers all over my breasts.
    “We have plenty of time,” she whispered.
    I lifted my head when she peppered light kisses down my torso.   “Good Lord,” I whispered as she parted my legs again.
    I nearly had a heart attack when I felt her tongue against me. I reached down and ran my fingers through her thick hair, pulling her closer to me. My body jumped when I heard her mumbling or moaning against my inner thigh. I had no idea what she was saying, if anything; I was concentrating on not having a stroke.
    What the hell. They can start dinner without us.
    *******
    I glanced at Maggie while I drove down Devon Avenue toward Matt’s Café. She had a smug, very self-satisfied look on her adorable face.
    “Pleased with yourself?” I asked.
    “As a matter of fact, I am.”
    “You made me scream. I was never a screamer before you.”
    “I know,” she said with a wide grin as she looked out the window. “I love when that happens.”
    “I scared Chance.”
    “She’s used to it by now.” She reached over and took my hand; I laced our fingers together and held on tight.
    “We’re hopeless, you know,” I said, watching the road.
    “Yep.”
    We were laughing as I pulled in front of the restaurant. The valet met us at the curb.
    “No joyriding,” I said as I tossed him the keys.
    “You say that to a valet every time,” Maggie said as the valet pulled away.
    “I do not.”
    “You just don’t realize it.” She bumped shoulders with me.
    “Smug.” I bumped shoulders with her in return but forgot how much smaller she was than I am. I reached for her when she stumbled headlong into the door. “Sorry, honey.”
    Then someone opened the door, and she nearly got it right in the face. I tried not to laugh as I pulled her out of the way. “Let’s get you inside before something drastic happens.”
    Maggie playfully glared at me—at least I assumed it was playful. “Usually, you’re the one running into doors.” She laughed then. “Stop pushing me.”
    “Well, get going,” I insisted as I propelled her through the open door.