Twelve years ago Frankie Barker and Johanna Obrien became
partners, then lovers, on the Philadelphia Police Force. After two years, the
women were tired of city living. They quit the force and moved to Charlestown,
Pennsylvania, where they built a log home and hung out their shingle as private
investigators.
Frankie and Johanna take a case they feel will be a cinch to
solve, before embarking on a much--needed vacation. But the case turns out to
be much more than they bargained for!
Graham McHenry hires Frankie and Johanna to follow his
beautiful, much younger wife Cassandra, whom he believes is having an affair.
They find the information their client is seeking, but the next morning they
learn the woman has been murdered. The time of death places Cassandra at a
motel, at the same time they had been following her to her mansion. Now McHenry
wants to know who killed his wife, and Frankie and Johanna are determined to
find out who they were following!
Excerpt
Frankie ran her fingers through Johanna's long auburn hair.
"I missed you so much," she whispered.
"These past two days with you have been heaven."
She planted a quick kiss on Frankie's cheek before sliding off of the bed.
"I love lying in bed all day with you, but we've got to pay the bills. I'm
going to grab a shower."
Frankie waited until she heard the water come on in the
shower, then got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. She pulled back the
end of the shower curtain, stepped inside, put her arms around Johanna, and
kissed the back of her neck. "I'll wash your back," she murmured.
Frankie lathered some soap in her hands and slowly massaged
it across Johanna's slender, but firm shoulders, then down her strong back.
When she reached Johanna's ass, she took her time running her hands over the perfectly
rounded cheeks and then ran a fingertip in the crack. Johanna's sharp intake of
breath aroused her.
"Don't start something you don't intend to
finish," she warned in a throaty voice.
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