Grafton nodded. He took hold of her hair, gave a little tug back and dipped his head to run his nose up the line of her neck. He felt the brush of the cool metal of her collar on the tip and it was the only thing that helped him fight how much he liked the way she smelled.“That’s more like it,” she said encouraging him without even the slightest hint of flirtation in her voice.“What now?” he whispered in her ear.“We walk out of here. Pull me into your side with an arm around my shoulders then as we walk slide it down to my waist. We’ll go down to the end of the block, turn left and enter the first motel we see.” Grafton nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into him, resting one hand on his chest and the other up the centre of his back. They began to walk. The three loitering men, edged out of their leans as they came back into the light but he turned heading as Cera said towards the end of the block. He counted silently to ten before sliding his hand down to her waist. Cera smiled up at him.“You can grab my ass if you want, for realism.”Grafton looked down at her. She was biting her lip to stifle a laugh. This time she was teasing him. It would serve her right if he did. He flexed his fingers at her waist and her eyes sparkled.
Cera is determined to prove herself innocent by running down those behind the thefts on her own. A decision that will only land her in more trouble.
With secrets ready to be exposed on every side, can Cera and Grafton come out stronger? Or will they drown, for when it rains, it pours.