Desires of t he Dead (The Body Finder 2) - Page 38


Jay didn’t rush her.

She owed him so many explanations that it seemed silly to worry over childish insecurities. Her voice was soft. “What did you think when I first told you about the animals I found?”

He seemed confused. It obviously wasn’t what he’d expected. “Violet, I was seven years old. I thought it was badass. I think I was probably even jealous.”

She made a face at him. “Didn’t you think it was creepy? Or that I was weird?”

“Yeah,” he agreed enthusiastically. “That’s why I was so jealous. I wanted to be the one finding dead bodies. You were like an animal detective or something. You were only weird ’cause you were a girl.” He grinned. “But I learned to overlook that since you always took me on such cool adventures.”

Violet released a breath, smiling. She knew he was telling the truth, which only made it funnier to hear him saying the words out loud. Of course, what little boy didn’t want to go scavenging through the woods and digging in the dirt?

She tried again. “Did you ever tell anyone? Does your mom know?”

He lifted her hand to his mouth and rubbed her knuckles across his lower lip, his gaze locked with hers. “No,” he promised. “I swore I wouldn’t, not even her. I think she knows something, or at least she thinks you have the worst luck ever, since you found all those dead girls.” He lowered his voice. “She was really worried about you after the shooting last year. You’re like a daughter to her.” He leaned close. “Of course, that makes it kind of creepy when I do things like this.”

He kissed her. It was intimate. Not soft or sweet this time, it was deep and passionate, stealing Violet’s breath. She laid her hand against his chest, savoring the feel of his heartbeat beneath her palm, and then traced her fingertips up to his neck, into his hair.

He pulled her over the console that separated them, dragging her onto his lap. He ran his hands up her back restlessly, drawing her as close as he could.

It was nearly impossible for her to pull herself away. “Wait,” she insisted breathlessly. “Please, wait.” She had her hands braced against his shoulders, struggling more against herself than him.

His glazed eyes teased her. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to say no. I’m the girl, right?”

She sighed heavily, leaning her head against his shoulder and trying to recapture her runaway thoughts. She still wanted to talk. She wanted the other things too, but she needed to sort through her thoughts first.

“Sorry, it’s just . . . I have a lot of . . .” She shrugged against him. His damp T-shirt was warm and practically paper-thin, tempting her to touch him. She ran her finger down the length of his stomach. She knew it wasn’t fair to tease him, but she couldn’t help herself. He was too enticing. “. . . I have some stuff I need to work through.” It was the best she could do for an explanation.

He caught her hand before she’d reached his waistline, and he held it tightly in his grip. “I’m trying to be patient, Violet, I really am. If there’s something you want to tell me . . . Well, I just wish you’d trust me.”

“I’ll get there,” she explained. “I’ll figure it all out. I’m just a little confused right now.”

He let out a shaky breath and then he kissed the top of her head, still not releasing her hand. “So, when you do, we’ll pick up where we left off.”

She nodded against him. She thought she would keep talking; she still had so many doubts about what she should, and shouldn’t, be doing.

But instead she just stayed there, curled up on his lap, absorbing him, taking relief from his touch . . . and strength from his presence.

Chapter 16

“You look like a hot mess,” Chelsea told Violet as she slipped into a space beside her in the hallway. “I heard you missed first period; I thought maybe you were taking a sick day.”

“Thanks a lot, Chels,” Violet answered irritably. “I overslept and practically had to break every speed limit just to get here in time for second.”

Chelsea made a face. “Please, you drive like my grandma! You didn’t break any speed limits.”

Violet couldn’t lie: “No. I didn’t. But I did write my own tardy note.”

“Only ’cause your mom said you could. Did you say you had explosive diarrhea?”

“No, just that I slept in.”

“You should have said diarrhea. Or at least menstrual cramps, then you could get out of PE. It’s like a twofer.”

Violet laughed even though her head was pounding. “Nice. You’re such a lady.”

Chelsea nudged her then, drawing her attention to Mike, who was heading right toward them. “Speaking of ladies, check this out. Mike’s growing a mustache.”

Violet squinted to get a better look. Chelsea was right; there was a dark patch of facial hair springing up just above his upper lip.

“Why?” Violet asked, trying not to make it too obvious that she was staring.

“Because I told him I liked them. I wanted to see if I could make him do it.”

Violet felt an unexpected stab of discomfort as she glanced at Mike. Knowing what she did, knowing what his family had been through . . . she suddenly felt sorry for him. She was relieved he had no idea that she knew about his mother.

He grinned at Chelsea as he approached, barely noticing that Violet was standing there.

Calling it a “mustache” was a stretch, by any standards. It was definitely noticeable, but it was spotty at best, and the sprigs of clumpy hair looked oddly out of place on his handsome face. Violet was amazed that in less than a week since their movie-night hookup, Chelsea already had him jumping through these kinds of hoops. She was something else.

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