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Molly’s confidence was a requirement of their relationship—regardless of what she said, Molly doubted her. Ari would never understand the sexual power she wielded over her. When Molly touched her she lost all control, her body responding with animal instincts to each caress.
    Swatting her buttocks playfully, Molly rose from the bed and disappeared into the living room. She smiled as the steady rhythm of piano notes filled the small apartment. Some women enjoyed the afterglow of sex in each other’s arms, but she was serenaded by her lover, an accomplished pianist who played for very few people and was composing a song, Aria, just for her. It was the most intimate and romantic gesture she could have ever imagined, knowing Molly poured her creative genius into a gift unlike any other.  
    The familiar music drifted into random notes like an unfinished road disappearing abruptly into the forest. She experimented with various chords and replayed changes until the road extended a little further than before. Her ability to evaluate her music amazed Ari. She would construct musical riffs, connecting some to the piece and throwing the others out, a kind of musical trash. Eventually she returned to the beginning and played what she had written so far.
    No longer willing to lounge in bed alone, Ari rose and wandered to the living room. Sunlight seeped through the closed blinds casting shadows over the black piano. Molly’s naked body swayed gently back and forth, her shoulders rising and falling with the music. Ari hovered and explored her tangled, blond curls.
    Molly continued to play, albeit poorly, despite her touch. She leaned back and Ari enveloped her in a full embrace, her lips taking up residence at the base of her neck.
    “Oh, God,” Molly sighed. Her arched fingers collapsed on the ivory keys, announcing her willing defeat.
    Ari tipped her chin and buried her tongue deep in her mouth while her hands fondled the large breasts she dearly loved. She ended the kiss and stared into her blue eyes. Molly radiated beauty and intelligence even if she didn’t know it.
    “Let’s go back to bed,” Ari said, a wicked smile on her face. “I believe I owe you an incredible orgasm.”
    “I can’t,” she groaned. “I have to get to work early. We need to interview Maria Perez’s mother and go back to the crime scene. It was nearly dark last night, and I’m worried we missed something.”
     Molly wandered into the bathroom and Ari’s ever curious nature demanded that she follow. “What happened to the Edgington case?”
    She shook her head. “Apparently it wasn’t a murder. Coroner says the guy killed himself with booze and pills mixed in the flask.”
    She remembered the silver flask next to Edgington, the scrawled note and the locked door. It certainly looked like a suicide.
    “Were his fingerprints on the note?”
    Molly grinned. “I love it when you think like a cop.” She kissed her forehead and stepped into the shower. “Yup, his fingerprints were on it.” She kissed her again and shut the curtain. “Suicide, babe,” she said over the whoosh of the shower spray.
    Ari frowned. She’d met Warren Edgington, and he hadn’t acted suicidal. He’d flirted shamelessly like a man about to be divorced and free. 
    She opened the shower curtain and gazed at Molly’s incredible body. “You know, they’re both involved in real estate.”
    “That’s not a motive, honey, so now Andre and I get to investigate the murder of a kid. Shot in the heart at close range.”
    She turned away and busied herself with the soap. While Molly would never have children of her own, she loved them, particularly her niece and nephew, who adored her and welcomed Ari as their second aunt. This was a horrible case to inherit.
    Molly glanced up and said, “Honey, I need to get ready, and as much as I love shower sex, I just can’t today.”
    Ari nodded and retreated to the bedroom, feeling a door close between them. Lately more and