Keep It Simple (MMG Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

in hell would I dish about my problems. Not here. Not ever.
    She gave me a sympathetic smile. “Believe me, I understand complicated.”
    I doubt that.
    The waitress arrived with our beers. I handed Sarah’s to her and grabbed mine. “I propose a toast. Whatever happens, let’s make sure and keep it uncomplicated.”
    “Here’s to keeping it simple,” she said, and tapped her bottle against mine.
    Two beers later, we were talking about the craziness of PI work and laughing our asses off. Yes, Sarah was a dream to look at, but she was proving to be so much more. She was interesting and easy to talk to. She was funny and could laugh at herself. She was the whole fucking package. She was everything I would want in a woman… if I was free.
    Girl Crush started playing on the jukebox. Sarah jumped off her stool and held out her hand. “I love this song. I believe you owe me a dance from last night.” Placing my hand in hers I felt the rightness of her touch down to my bones. As she pulled me across the room and onto the dance floor, I wondered what in the hell I was doing. I hated to dance. I pulled her close and smiled when I heard her breath hitch. Her face fit perfectly in the crook of my neck and when she wrapped her arms around me, it felt as if they belonged there. Keep it simple , I reminded myself. The problem was it didn’t feel simple. We fit together. It’s damn good this thing between us had an expiration date. Otherwise, I would be running for the hills right now instead of pulling her closer in my arms.
    The song ended and we headed back to our table. Once we reached it, I found myself blurting, “Would it complicate things if I told you I wanted to take you back to my place?”
    “No, but it would definitely make them interesting,” she dryly replied. I couldn’t help but laugh.
    Taking her hand in mine, I helped her off the stool and into her coat. Instead of walking her back to my apartment, we hopped into her car and she drove us the two blocks.
    Grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge, I led her to the living room sofa and placed them on the coffee table before sitting down next to her. I was nervous. Once upon a time, picking a girl up in a bar and screwing her brains out was like breathing to me. Those days seemed like many lifetimes ago. For some reason, this mattered. Too bad I couldn’t let it.
    Her hand on my face brought me back to the moment. “Hey killer, stop over thinking things.”
    “Killer?” I asked.
    “You look so serious. Should I be afraid?” She craned her neck and darted her eyes from the kitchen, to the living room and back to me. “Do you have body parts hidden in your freezer? Are you going to hurt me?” She pretended to shiver with fear.
    So damn cute.
    Without thinking, I pulled her across the sofa onto my lap. My hand accidentally brushed against her side and she tensed.
    Is sweet Sarah ticklish?
    Digging my fingers into her ribs, I tested my theory. Sarah convulsed in spasms and squealed with laughter, which made me laugh. After a minute or so of horsing around, I stood from the sofa and swept her over my shoulder.
    Laughing hysterically, she slapped me on the ass and screamed, “Take me to your dungeon, killer.”
    With a shake of my head and a smile on my face, I carried her down the hall and deposited her onto my bed. She bounced and then snuggled into my comforter. I didn’t want to think about how right she looked in my bed. I didn’t want to think about how long it had been since I’d laughed with someone. I didn’t want to think about anything at the moment except for getting inside this woman. “Mmmmm, your bed smells good,” she moaned.
    I took off my boots and then pulled hers off one at a time. When I yanked my shirt over my head she gasped in delight.
    “Wow, killer, you sure are something to look at.” Her words of praise made me smile. I worked hard to keep in shape. In my line of business, I had no other choice. Still, seeing the look