The Big Easy has always been home to the born and raised Texan, however, his desire for Orrin sends him back to the family ranch in Dallas to confess to his parents.
Considering how small minded his dad is, a confession of undying love for another man won’t be a walk in the park. Throw in his father’s discovery of terminal disease and it brings Vance’s plans to a screeching halt.
Can their newfound love handle the distance, or will it break?
This is the follow-up to No Denying Sin N’awlins Exotica Book 3. The series must be read in order.
“Well, what’cha think about what she said? Do we have a case building against this guy?”
“I say we do. I mean, who else would react that way to showing identification and signing a log? That might also explain why Jesselyn’s body was outside.”
“But after making no mistakes, why would he kill ‘er out in the open and possibly leave behind clues? Couldn’t that mean it wasn’t him?”
“That’s a good point, Morain, but dammit, we ain’t got nothing else.”
“I know, but it just seems weird as hell he’d go from being careful to careless.”
“Maybe he wants to get caught or he’s tired of running. What I do know is it’s about damn time there’s a little break in this case. Bodies been turning up, no leads. Now we got something. Shame little Jesselyn had to lose her life, but hopefully we can bring this monster to justice and all these people’s families will have some closure.”
“Agreed.” Morain stopped at his car. “You want me to drive?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’m really into these notes and I’m trying to remember any details about that guy.”
Vance opened the door. “All right, since we’ll be burning the midnight oil, you want some coffee? My treat.”
Orrin looked up at Vance standing by the passenger side. “Morain, I’m not your woman—”
“Not yet,” he laughed.
“Dude, if you don’t get your ass behind that wheel!”
Vance laughed and jogged to the other side. “I just wanted to get your goat, hunny. Who-ee, when you get mad, you’re a thing of beauty.”
“Uh huh.” Orrin bowed his head and sat down, closing the door behind him.
Vance did the same and ran his hand over Orrin’s face. “Gonna getcha some joe so you’ll stop snapping, my man. I was only being polite.”
“Polite my ass, cowboy, and don’t do that shit when we’re on duty.”
“Why not? Everybody knows we’re dating.”
Orrin grimaced and shook his head. “They only know because you just about sucked my lips off my face a few days ago.”
“Yep, so when I open the door—”
“Whatever, Morain. Drive, please. I wanna see what Frankie came up with when he interviewed the other dancers.”
Vance started the ignition. “Yes, sir. We’re making a pit stop at Starbucks and then back to the station.”
“Thanks.” Orrin switched on his flashlight to look at the notes, ignoring Vance’s hand sneaking up his leg. In his mind, if he didn’t give the man no play he might stop.
Orrin sucked in a breath and closed his eyes a moment, trying to think of something other than Vance’s hairy ball sack on his tongue. Too bad his body reacted favorably to all the unwanted attention.