Baltimore 03 - Did You Miss Me?

tight. Feels so damn good.’
    ‘You’re perfect,’ she whispered. ‘Show me.’
    He set the pace, slow at first. She knew when he’d reached the limit of his control because his eyes grew darker than black, the muscles in his jaw bulging slightly, his biceps quivering under the strain.
    ‘Wrap your legs around me.’
    She did, humming when he went even deeper. Sweat beaded on his brow and his eyes unfocused. Then he was pounding faster, harder, teeth clenched until he arched his back, his body jerking convulsively as he found his release.
    He sagged, his body heavy on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed. He didn’t move, his voice muffled when he said, ‘Good sigh or bad sigh?’
    ‘Very good sigh.’ He tried to move, but she tightened her hold. ‘No. Stay.’
    ‘I’m too heavy for you.’
    She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. ‘So many years of being alone . . . Feels good to have you be too heavy.’
    He kissed her chin, rested his forehead against hers. ‘Anything I want?’
    She had to smile. ‘Now you’re asking?’
    His lips winged up, then he sobered. ‘When I was . . . tasting you . . .’
    Daphne’s cheeks heated. ‘Yes?’
    ‘You had your fingers in my hair and I liked that. I want to touch you. Everywhere.’ He kissed her temple, brushing her hair with his lips. ‘I’m going to think you’re beautiful, no matter what. Next time . . . will you at least think about taking it off?’
    ‘Yes.’
    He smiled ruefully. ‘You’ll do it or think about it?’
    ‘Both. Joseph? Thank you.’
    Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. ‘You’re welcome.’
    Wheeling, West Virginia, Wednesday, December 4, 5.25 P.M.
    Joseph closed the door to her bedroom, leaving her sleeping deeply. He felt . . . damn good. Muscles loose, stress low. He felt like he could run a marathon.
    That had been amazing. So many times he’d fantasized about those long legs of hers, wrapped around his waist. It had been better than his fantasies. He already wanted her again.
    But first he needed to make the threat to her go away.
    He had a team meeting in five minutes, but that should give him enough time to start the ball rolling on a search for the report on the abduction of Daphne’s cousin Kelly. He found the card Detective McManus had given him and called the number.
    ‘Wheeling Police Department, Junie Bramble speaking. How may I help you?’
    ‘Hello, Ms Bramble. My name is Special Agent Carter. I’m with the—’
    ‘FBI,’ she said. ‘Detective McManus said you’d be calling. He said you were interested in an old case. The abduction of the Montgomery girl and her cousin.’
    ‘Yes, ma’am.’
    ‘I’ve already started digging. I should have something for you soon.’
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘That was a big case here, Agent Carter. Everyone I knew volunteered to search for those girls. I understand the cousin is with you.’
    ‘State’s Attorney Montgomery, yes.’
    There was a beat of silence. ‘Ex-excuse me? Kelly Montgomery died.’
    ‘Right. I’m talking about Daphne Montgomery, Kelly’s cousin.’
    ‘Oh. Daphne wasn’t a Montgomery then. She was a Sinclair. Daphne Sinclair. Her mother was a Montgomery until she got married . . . Oh, right. Simone must have gotten divorced and gone back to her maiden name.’
    Joseph remembered the way Maggie’s face had gone hard as stone at the mention of Daphne’s father. ‘Do you know why they got divorced?’
    Junie hesitated. ‘He left them, as I recall. So, Daphne’s a prosecutor now? How lovely is that. How’s her mother doing?’
    ‘Do you know Simone?’
    ‘I went to high school with Simone’s sister, Vivien, who passed on a number of years ago. She was Kelly’s mother.’
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘Yes. It was tragic. Vivien nearly lost her mind when Kelly went missing. And then when the girl was found dead . . . Vivien snapped, poor thing. It was a dark time for our town. I file police reports all day, every day, Agent Carter. I see all the bad, all the ugly. It’s not just victims, but their families and communities. Everyone suffers and here at the police station we hardly ever see a happy-ever-after. I’m glad little Daphne found a good life. Please tell her I said so. I won’t go home until I have your reports to you.’
    ‘You’re working overtime,’ Joseph said. ‘I wish I didn’t have to ask you do that.’
    ‘If you can bring closure to that family, it’ll be well worth it. This will be my