But he’d been in the garage…hadn’t he?
Surely?
My stomach rolled uneasily. I couldn’t think of a single time that he had.
Well, it didn’t matter. Whether or not Phil had been anywhere near the garage was irrelevant. The police had.
There were no dead bodies in there, the only boxes were definitely mine, and there was no chance of Kevin findinganything that would bring the media down on our heads for a third time.
Absolutely no chance.
None.
Zero.
I finished making his latte, emptied half a packet of Hobnobs onto a small plate, slid the lot onto a tray, and carried it out to the garage.
In the short time it had taken for me to put together his snack, Kevin had dragged a heap of boxes to the centre of the uneven, gritty concrete floor. He’d already opened a few, and as I walked in, he was on his knees, slicing open the packing tape on another one with a firm, precise stroke of his knife.
“How’s it going?” I said, coming to stand beside him. “Find anything interesting?”
“Mice,” he said absently as he retracted the blade and set his knife down.
I turned around and strode back out.
“Oi,” he called after me. “Get back in here.”
I paused at the door. “Are there mice?”
“…no?”
“Kevin.”
“There is evidence of mouse activity. No actual mice.”
I came back in.
“No actual mice that I’ve seen, anyway,” he added.
I froze midstep.
“Charlie.” He sat back on his heels, which did wonderful things for his quads, and fixed me with his soft brown eyes. He licked his lips. “I’m so thirsty.”
There was an equal chance that he was actually talking about his latte, or he’d wait until I got within snagging distance, and I’d find him on top of me.
I mean…
Either of those things was good for my ego. And as long as there weren’t any mice scampering around, I decided that it was worth the risk to find out what, exactly, he was thirsty for.
“Ta,” he said, reaching out as soon as I came into range.
He went for the latte.
I wasn’t disappointed.
He’d be on top of me later. Guaranteed. Kevin had an insane sex drive, and not a single day passed that he didn’t get on top of me.
My sex drive was significantly lower than his, but I didn’t have to want an orgasm of my own to enjoy him writhing around on top of me, or dragging his hot gaze all over me while he jerked off.