Here’s another snippet from my current WIP, the sequel to Cookies for Santa. In this scene, Spinelli, the tough homicide detective, is called out of bed to investigate a murder.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly across hers. He knew he had to keep it light or he wouldn’t be able to leave. She didn’t play fair. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her. He let her, he was weak. His mind was mush.
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