Alexandra
The minute I take my shirt off, Colton is on me. I love it. I love the way he makes me feel.
We spend the rest of the night, not making love, but fucking. Colton takes me in every room of my place. He said he wants me to remember him, no matter what room I’m in. Like I could forget a man like Colton Murphy.
The next morning, Colton makes coffee, but leaves before I wake up. In fact, it’s the sound of his motorcycle that wakes me.
Getting out of bed, I feel like I’ve been hit like a tank. The man is addictive.
I pour myself a cup of coffee and see a note on my kitchen table.
Goldie,
Sorry I had to leave so early. Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be at my shop all day. If you get a chance, swing by. Hope my coffee is acceptable. I left my card on my pillow. Call me when you can.
Beefcake
P.S. Don’t mess with Miller and Anderson today. Let me handle it.
Well, he certainly doesn’t trust me. It’s like he knows me all too well.
Taking my coffee back into my bedroom, I get back under the covers. It’s only 6:30 and I don’t have to shower for another hour. I look over at his pillow and grab his card.
Murphy’s Motorcycle Repair Shop
It’s in Clearwater, not too far from here. If I have time, I’ll stop by after work.
Christ, I don’t even want to think about work today. I don’t know why I give a shit about what Miller and Anderson think. Really, I don’t care what they think about me. It’s Colton I’m worried about.
I know he doesn’t want me to instigate anything with them, and I won’t, but I’ll do some digging on my own. If anything, I can call my friend, Michael Schuller.
Michael is an FBI agent in South Carolina. I met him while I was interning while in law school. One thing I can say about him is that he’s like a dog with a bone when put on a case.
I need to figure some things out first before I call him, though. First on my list is to investigate who this eyewitness is.
Once I have my first plan in place, I quickly shower and get dressed. Instead of worrying about Miller and Anderson, I go into work with a real sense of purpose…making sure Colton isn’t railroaded.
* * *
Spending most of the day looking for the eyewitness, I don’t see Miller and Anderson, which is a blessing. I don’t find my guy either. His name is Peter Walton and apparently, he likes the bottle.
I did manage to speak with a few bartenders that know him. He hasn’t been around for a few days, which makes me a little nervous. Losing a witness is never good, even if he’s said to have ID’ed Colton.
I sit in my office, trying to figure out my next move, when my phone rings. Nicole’s name flashes across the screen.
“Hey, Nic, what’s up?”
“Hey, Alex, just calling to let you know what Lucy wants for her birthday.”
“Yeah sure, that’d be great.” I’d called Nic a few days ago to get some ideas, since I don’t really know Lucy all that well.
* * *
We spend the next few minutes talking about model kits of dinosaurs, a new fishing pole, and a field guide to Florida shore birds. I’m not sure whether Lucy will be a scientist or a veterinarian, but one thing is for sure—my future niece is a smart little girl.
Of course, the conversation with Nic has me concerned over seeing Colton at the party. I’m just not sure whatever this thing is with him is a good idea.
Once my sister gets an inkling of something between me and Colton, she’ll run with it. I don’t need her playing matchmaker. And I certainly don’t need her finding out about the letter.