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throb inside of her.
    “Damn,” he said as she started to come back
to herself. He braced his hands on the couch to either side of her.
“Best investment I ever made.”
     
     

Chapter 4
     
     
    It was the best night of sleep she’d gotten.
Ever.
    Roni rolled onto her back and stared up at
the ceiling and smiled. John Taylor was so much more than she had
imagined. She looked at the pillow next to her. Too bad he wouldn’t
stay the night but that was understandable. He’d said he had to go
to work in the morning.
    Hell, they’d barely met.
    And they were getting together again tonight.
She had invited him for dinner and he had accepted. With sex like
that she’d be inviting him to dinner every night.
    She stretched, a long luxurious stretch. What
a fantastic way to wake up on a Sunday morning. It had been a while
since she’d had sex and last night had been great sex. She
was nicely sore in all the right places. Nothing like being bought
and used for his pleasure.
    After making a pot of coffee and pouring
herself a cup, she curled up in her robe on the sofa—the same sofa
she’d had wild sex on last night—and powered on her iPad. It was
her favorite place to read the latest happenings, and she pulled up
the local news site.
    She frowned when she saw the headlines. The
serial killer had struck again last night, sometime after John had
left her house. She thought about his warning and was glad he had
brought her home rather than her catching a cab and coming
alone.
    A slow chill rolled over her as she read.
Last night’s victim was the fifth in the past two months. What was
even more disturbing was the victim profile just released by the
FBI.
    All the women had long red hair, were between
five-six and five-nine in height, mid thirties, single, business
professionals, and lived within a tri-state area that included
Maryland, Delaware, and Virginia.
    Goose bumps broke out on her forearms and she
shivered.
    Determined to avoid getting caught up in
thinking about the uncanny similarities of the victims to herself,
she perused the rest of the news. Despite her efforts, her mind
kept going back to the serial killer, along with tempting thoughts
of dying her hair blonde.
    Frustrated with herself, she turned off the
tablet and set it aside. She had never been one to get caught up in
the news. But man, this was weird.
    She grabbed her cup of coffee from off of the
end table and was headed into the kitchen when her phone rang. She
scooped it up off of the kitchen table and read the caller
identification screen.
    LIZZY .
    Or Elizabeth as her older sister preferred to
be called. She hated the nickname her brothers and sisters had
given her as they were growing up.
    “Hi, Lizzy.” Roni grinned to herself as she
answered.
    “Bite your tongue, little sister.” Lizzy’s
response didn’t have the kind of enthusiasm that it normally did.
“I saw the news about the serial killer in your area.”
    “Yeah. That.” Roni poured her now cool coffee
into the sink. “Find a man who has a thing for redheads and what
does he do? Dices them up.”
    “I’m worried about you.” Lizzy blew out her
breath. “Living alone, fitting a profile like that… Talk about a
miniscule portion of the population and the guy is whacking them
off? I don’t like it.”
    “Not so crazy about it myself.” Roni poured
herself another cup of coffee as she held the phone between her ear
and her shoulder. “But there’s no sense in worrying about it.
Besides, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack, trying to
find women to fit his profile.”
    “But he’s finding them.”
    Roni dumped cream and sugar in her coffee.
“I’m fine and I promise to be careful. Just don’t tell Mom and Dad.
Both of them will worry too much.”
    “I won’t,” Lizzy said. “But then I won’t have
to because Dad reads the papers.”
    Roni groaned. “Downplay it, okay?”
    “You be careful.”
    “All right, Ms. McAllister.” Roni said her
sister’s