arms across his chest. “Since you feel that way, I should tell you about Miranda.”
She moved next to him and pinched his arm. “Uh, no, that’s okay.”
Dean’s father gazed at them questioningly.
“It’s nothing,” she assured him.
“O-kay.” He turned to Mrs Carson. “I’m going out to see the horses, then I hoped we could all share a nice lunch. Will you walk part of the way with me?”
“Of course.” They headed out, leaving Dean, Kyle and Miranda staring at each other.
Dean rubbed his arm. “Why did you pinch me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’ve got some newfound freedom doesn’t mean I’m ready to announce that I’m having earth-shattering sex with two guys at once.”
“Ah. I see your point. Sorry.”
She smiled sweetly. “No harm done. Once we see where this is going, we can talk about telling people later.”
Kyle hoisted her suitcases. “Right now, ‘this’ is going into your room to unpack. Agreed?”
She rubbed her chin. “I’ll need to go back and give notice. Then I’ll have to bring more clothes from my apartment.”
“We’ll help with that.” Dean nodded.
Kyle added, “But that doesn’t have to happen this weekend, right?”
Miranda smiled. “Right. This weekend, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes!” Kyle headed down the hall then turned back to her. “Can I have the blue room? It feels more masculine than the yellow one.”
“I suppose,” she teased, and followed him in to the other guestroom.
He set her things down. “It’s the same size.”
“It’s fine,” she confirmed. As long as I’m here, I don’t care which room I’m in.
Dean wrapped his arms around her from behind. “It doesn’t matter. You know we’re all going to sleep in my room, anyway. These are just to store your stuff.” He placed a kiss on her temple.
“Works for me.” Kyle grinned, and leaned in to kiss each of their cheeks.
Her heart soaring, she pressed back against Dean and wrapped her arms around Kyle’s neck. “This promises to be a wild ride.”
Dean chuckled, holding both her and Kyle in his arms. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Kansas City Heat: Dixon’s Duty
Jenna Byrnes
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Time of death was approximately ten to twelve hours ago. I’ll know more when I get her back to the lab and can run specific tests.” Abigail Walters, the medical examiner for the Kansas City Police Department, rose from her crouched position then stepped back from the corpse.
Detective James Dixon leaned in closer, studying the abrasions around the woman’s neck. Her long blonde hair was splayed around her shoulders, but the reddish-purple marks on her skin were still visible. As were two round scorch marks on her breasts. “Strangled, just like the victim last week. Cigarette burns. Can’t say I like where this is heading.”
“Nope. Dix, check out her simple black dress and shoes. She doesn’t look like a hooker, more like a business woman out for an evening on the town.”
He glanced at the victim’s left hand. “No indentations from a wedding ring, not that she’d still have the ring if she was wearing one.” He looked in either direction down the alley they were standing in. “Who knows how many people were through here last night?” He turned to the uniformed officer who’d been first on the scene. “No sign of a purse or handbag of any kind?”
“No, sir.” The officer shook his head.
“Let’s keep looking. Have your team scour every inch of this area, including the dumpsters over there. Our perp may have taken what he wanted and ditched the bag.”
“Look for cigarette butts, too,” the ME added. “We might pull some DNA off them.”
“We’re on it,” the man answered, then headed to confer with the others on his detail.
She made notes in a small book. “Very similar MO to the last vic, pretty, mid-thirties, long,
She moved next to him and pinched his arm. “Uh, no, that’s okay.”
Dean’s father gazed at them questioningly.
“It’s nothing,” she assured him.
“O-kay.” He turned to Mrs Carson. “I’m going out to see the horses, then I hoped we could all share a nice lunch. Will you walk part of the way with me?”
“Of course.” They headed out, leaving Dean, Kyle and Miranda staring at each other.
Dean rubbed his arm. “Why did you pinch me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Just because you’ve got some newfound freedom doesn’t mean I’m ready to announce that I’m having earth-shattering sex with two guys at once.”
“Ah. I see your point. Sorry.”
She smiled sweetly. “No harm done. Once we see where this is going, we can talk about telling people later.”
Kyle hoisted her suitcases. “Right now, ‘this’ is going into your room to unpack. Agreed?”
She rubbed her chin. “I’ll need to go back and give notice. Then I’ll have to bring more clothes from my apartment.”
“We’ll help with that.” Dean nodded.
Kyle added, “But that doesn’t have to happen this weekend, right?”
Miranda smiled. “Right. This weekend, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes!” Kyle headed down the hall then turned back to her. “Can I have the blue room? It feels more masculine than the yellow one.”
“I suppose,” she teased, and followed him in to the other guestroom.
He set her things down. “It’s the same size.”
“It’s fine,” she confirmed. As long as I’m here, I don’t care which room I’m in.
Dean wrapped his arms around her from behind. “It doesn’t matter. You know we’re all going to sleep in my room, anyway. These are just to store your stuff.” He placed a kiss on her temple.
“Works for me.” Kyle grinned, and leaned in to kiss each of their cheeks.
Her heart soaring, she pressed back against Dean and wrapped her arms around Kyle’s neck. “This promises to be a wild ride.”
Dean chuckled, holding both her and Kyle in his arms. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:
Kansas City Heat: Dixon’s Duty
Jenna Byrnes
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Time of death was approximately ten to twelve hours ago. I’ll know more when I get her back to the lab and can run specific tests.” Abigail Walters, the medical examiner for the Kansas City Police Department, rose from her crouched position then stepped back from the corpse.
Detective James Dixon leaned in closer, studying the abrasions around the woman’s neck. Her long blonde hair was splayed around her shoulders, but the reddish-purple marks on her skin were still visible. As were two round scorch marks on her breasts. “Strangled, just like the victim last week. Cigarette burns. Can’t say I like where this is heading.”
“Nope. Dix, check out her simple black dress and shoes. She doesn’t look like a hooker, more like a business woman out for an evening on the town.”
He glanced at the victim’s left hand. “No indentations from a wedding ring, not that she’d still have the ring if she was wearing one.” He looked in either direction down the alley they were standing in. “Who knows how many people were through here last night?” He turned to the uniformed officer who’d been first on the scene. “No sign of a purse or handbag of any kind?”
“No, sir.” The officer shook his head.
“Let’s keep looking. Have your team scour every inch of this area, including the dumpsters over there. Our perp may have taken what he wanted and ditched the bag.”
“Look for cigarette butts, too,” the ME added. “We might pull some DNA off them.”
“We’re on it,” the man answered, then headed to confer with the others on his detail.
She made notes in a small book. “Very similar MO to the last vic, pretty, mid-thirties, long,
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