Chapter 78

He closed the case and rose. “Don’t keep me waiting, sailor.” He gave me a sultry smile and sauntered down the hallway.

Miss Su followed me into the kitchen, and once I’d put her bowls down on the floor, I took a quick look around. The oven had been turned off, and the roasting pan was sitting in the sink, the apricot, port, and balsamic sauce a gummy mess. Scattered bits of bone and skin were also in the sink. Wills must have run the hens down the disposal. He’d said he’d driven down to Williamsburg to see Michael’s parents, but what time had he gotten home on Wednesday?

Oh well. We could go shopping for another pair of game hens for dinner later.

I drizzled some Palmolive into the pan and filled it with hot water, leaving it to soak.

“Amuse yourself, okay, Miss Su? Poppa and Daddy are gonna catch up on all the sleep we missed.”

When I walked into the bedroom, Wills was lying stretched out on the bed, naked and hard.