Deadlocked (The Harry Russo Diaries Book 3) by Lisa Emme Read Free Book Online

think he’ll come back?”
    “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Maybe he just wanted someone
to find him. That might have been all that was holding him back. It wouldn’t
be the first time.” In fact, I needed two hands to count the number of times
ghosts had appeared to me with the sole purpose of helping me find their bodies
so that they didn’t lie somewhere unclaimed.
    Nash nodded absently, his mind already back on the case. I
headed back to the truck and flipped on the four-ways, grabbing a flashlight I
had remembered seeing in the console. Five minutes later, two police cars
pulled up, their lights flashing but no sirens. I waved them down and pointed
them towards Nash. A few minutes later, Nash strode out of the alley.
    “I’m sorry, Harry, but I’m going to have to stick around.
I’ve been assigned the case.” He paused to watch as his partner, Dev, pulled up
in their department-issued car. He lifted my hand, turning it palm up and
dropped his keys into it. “Take my truck home, okay?”
    “Really? You’re going to let me drive your truck?” I
grinned at him. “Gee, Nash, you really know how to show a girl a good time on a
first date.”
    Nash snorted and reached over, his fingers furrowing through
my hair at the back of my head. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “This
isn’t how I imagined our date would end.”
    “Yeah, me neither.”

Chapter Six

    Something tickled my ear. I shook my head in irritation,
refusing to open my eyes at whatever ungodly hour it happened to be. It
certainly didn’t feel like I had been asleep very long after driving home – very
cautiously I might add – in Nash’s big-ass truck.
    The something tickled me again only this time it was on the
tip of my nose. I wrinkled my nose and gave my head another shake. A familiar
scent nudged at my consciousness. Nash! I continued to play possum, keeping
my eyes shut. When the tickle struck again, I whipped out my hand,
meaning to capture his in mine, only this time it was his lips tickling me, not
his hand, and so I clocked him in the eye by accident.
    “Ouch!” Nash growled, grabbing my wrist. His body pounced
on mine, pressing me into the bed.
    “Umph!” I grunted, blinking repeatedly as my eyes adjusted
to the low light in the room. “What the hell, Nash? Why are you in my bed?” I
struggled half-heartedly under his weight, frowning at him. “You know it’s
kind of stalker-y to follow a girl home after the first date and sneak into her
bed, right?”
    Nash’s pupils flared and he took a deep breath, my struggles
obviously exciting the wolf. “Mmmm, you smell good, Harry. Good enough to
eat.” His eyes burned into me. I felt a wild heat bloom somewhere south of my
belly button. I attempted to push him off me again. “Lie still, Harry.”
Nash’s voice was rough. “You’re getting the wolf all worked up.” He dipped
his head down until his nose was at my collar bone. He took a long,
exaggerated breath and then slowly licked up my neck to my ear, nipping at the
lobe. The heat at my core burned even hotter. Nash’s eyes gleamed. “You like
that, don’t you, little minx?”
    “I -” I started to reply, but Nash’s lips captured mine, eating
my words.
    He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth,
owning it. Just as suddenly, he pulled away and looked at me with narrowed
eyes. “Why are there vampires watching your building?”
    I blinked, feeling a little shell-shocked at the sudden
shift in gears. “I guess they’re watching over me?”
    “Why? Why do you suddenly need a security detail?” Nash
growled out the words.
    I gave him a little push and his body slid off mine to lie
beside me, his head propped up on his hand. I turned to face him, grabbing at
the sheet as it slid down. I looked down at myself and gave a little squeak in
surprise. “Hey! What happened to my shirt?” I had gone to bed wearing an
oversized t-shirt. After a quick look around the room, I spotted it on the floor