Page 142 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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“How long you been fucking Mallory?” Silas asked, putting his seat belt on in the passenger seat of my car.

I put the key in the ignition and glanced his way.

He was serious, but by the curve of his mouth, he was amused.

I glanced at Mav’s huge home, the log and stone exterior blending into the mountainside. “A week.”

Sex, as in intercourse, not that long, but I didn’t think Silas was that technical.

He’d flown in the other night, late, and was staying with me.

One thing Bradley had done when we decided to keep the little house Dex had lived in was get the second bedroom furnished.

Good thing I’d been with Mallory at Lindy’s house instead of at my place on Thursday or Silas would have gotten an eyeful.

Better the police showing on a noise complaint than me having to kill my own brother for seeing Mallory bent over the arm of my couch… fuck, or on her knees.

“That’s great,” he replied. “Never thought I’d see the day you settled into small town life.”

I shrugged, started the car. “It’s actually not that bad. I made friends with the fire chief and even wowed a roomful of six-year-olds.”

“You? Six-year-olds?”

I huffed. “I know. I’m not sure who was more surprised. Me, Mallory, or all those first graders.”

“You talked to Mallory’s class?”

I nodded.

He chuckled. “Well, Hunter Valley agrees with you. Especially having a little firecracker like Mallory in the sack.”

I instantly saw red. I reached out, grasped his jacket. Snarled. “Watch it.”

He raised his hands. “Whoa, chill.”

I took a deep breath, let it out, then put the car into gear and drove down the street.

The pavement was completely clear of snow, even though we’d had about eight inches the other night but was piled along the curb.

From what I imagined winter to be like in Hunter Valley, I doubted it would disappear before spring.

“All I mean is she’s not Maude. Thank fuck.”

I hadn’t given Maude a second of thought since I walked into the exam room and found Mallory sitting there in a paper gown. Hell, for months before that. Mallory was my mission. A purpose. And it wasn’t saving lives.

It was giving her my dick and all the orgasms that went with it.

Based on the way my balls were drained from the quickie in the bathroom and I was fucking chill–or had been until my brother started poking fun–the mission was a success.

I couldn’t get enough of her. My dick was getting hard all over again and wished it was Mallory beside me instead of Silas.

Fuck.

“No one knows. In fact, how do you know?”

He turned and gave me a look. “Seriously? You’re not very subtle. Even Scout knows.”

I had no idea what that meant, especially since dogs didn’t talk.

Scout might be smart, but he wasn’t Lassie.

And, Mallory had stayed quiet as she came.

We hadn’t been in the bathroom long. It was probably the quickest quickie ever.

To be honest, I didn’t want to know the signs of how unsubtle I was.

I flicked the blinker, then slowed for the turn. “Whatever. It’s just sex.”

He studied me.

“What? Your sex life so bad you want to talk about mine?”

No way in hell he had a woman. If he did, he wouldn’t be in Hunter Valley. He’d be hot and heavy with her right now. But no. He was with me. Then again, I was with him instead of Mallory, which wasn’t much better.

He frowned as I pulled into the driveway. “Well played, asshole.”