Divorced, Desperate and Dead (Divorced and Desperate Book 5) by Christie Craig Read Free Book Online

relationship with a piece of battery-operated machinery.”
    Her eyes grew round. “I do not have a relationship—”
    “So it was just a one-night stand, huh?” He laughed again. “Come on. Talk to me.”
     
    • • •
     
    Chloe’s mind raced. Just a dream. Just a dream. It didn’t matter what he knew or what she told him. Heck, it didn’t even matter what they did. She could strip him naked and pour honey all over him and lick it off. She was going to wake up in a few minutes and none of this would matter.
    Not that she would pour honey over him.
    Maybe chocolate sauce.
    Chasing those crazy thoughts away, she reheard his words, I’ll tell you why I refuse to have a real relationship and why women like you scare me. Damn it, he was right. She was curious. “You go first. Why do I scare you?” She leaned back on her headboard and waited.
    He studied her as if suspicious. “Why do I get the feeling this is just like what happened with Mary Anne?”
    “Who’s Mary Anne?” she asked confused.
    “A girl in third grade. She proposed the ol’ you show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Let’s just say she’s the only one who got any sex education that day.”
    “And because of her you don’t trust anyone.” She stared up at him.
    “Well, it wasn’t just her, but you don’t have any room to talk. You’re dating a vibrator. You obviously don’t trust anyone either.
    “I’m not . . . Okay, maybe I have trust issues, too, but we’re talking about you right now.”
    “Fine.” He sat back down on the other side of the bed.
    She thought about the chocolate sauce again. It’s not as if she’d done that before. But she’d read about it in a book: Recharging Your Sex Life. Sheri had loaned it to her. It had been one of those she read only in her bedroom. A book that had convinced her that she and Jerry needed some help in the sex department.
    The book had made sex sound so exciting. And she realized that sex with Jerry hadn’t actually been exhilarating. It had been good. Comforting. But not . . . exciting.
    “Spill it,” she said.
    “Spill what?” he asked, as if he wasn’t the one who came up with this crazy idea.
    “Don’t play stupid.”
    He set his feet up on the end of her bed and then crossed his arms, even readjusted his pillow behind him to get comfortable.
    Cupcake jumped up on the bed and stepped up on his abdomen. Meowing, the cat reached up with her paw and rested it on the tip of Cary’s nose.
    Chloe started to grab him.
    “No, it’s okay.” He gently ran his hand down the cat’s back. “I had a black cat when I was growing up.”
    She got the strangest feeling he was trying to change the subject. That made her more curious. Why would her dream guy be nervous about telling her something? He was a dream, right?
    He stared at the ceiling for a second. “We’d been married about a year. We’d been talking about having a baby. She wanted to make sure she was taken care of if anything happen to me. We took out some life insurance policies and then set out to work on having a baby. A couple of months later, my sergeant called me into his office. A guy was arrested on some drug charge and he wanted to make a deal. A lesser charge for some info on someone wanting to make a hit on an officer.” He inhaled and glanced down at the foot of the bed. “Here I was thinking babies, and she was thinking funerals.”
    It took her a second to realize exactly what he meant. “Crap. Your wife was trying to get you killed?”
    “Yeah.” He still didn’t look at her.
    “But you’re a police officer.”
    “More importantly, I was her husband.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “But I guess my ego took a punch being a cop, too.”
    “Are you making this up?” she asked.
    He faced her then. “Why would I make something like that up?”
    She tried to read him, but couldn’t. “I don’t know. Maybe because you see it as some kind of a competition.”
    “What competition?” he