The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 66

Jane Just this once

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A week later I still haven’t been able to bring myself to tell Ethan about the police suspecting me for his Mother’s murder. I keep telling myself that it’s simply too much stress for him at an already difficult time, but I think there’s also a small part of me that’s afraid he won’t believe me. The detective’s words have been playing on loop in my mind, and I have to admit his story sounds compelling.

We’re finally returning to the apartment today, assured by the crime scene cleanup team that it’s now spotless and we would never know such a horrible thing happened there. Still, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to erase the image from my mind, nor do I think Ethan will. The kids are the least bothered by all of this, but then again they don’t know Petra was murdered, they simply know she’s gone.

So when we return to the Penthouse, the kids run in almost instantly, rushing off to their rooms while Ethan and I stand frozen in the doorway, haunted by the last occasion we stood in this place. To their credit, the crime scene team had been true to their word. There’s not even the slightest hint that anything happened, no lingering scent of death or items out of place – it’s exactly as was before the murder.

“Are you alright?” I ask Ethan, squeezing his arm.

His handsome face is hard as steel, his jaw clenched so tight I can see it twitch. “I’m not sure I can stay in this apartment now.”

“There’s always my rat breeding farm.” I offer.

He hooks his arm around my neck and pulls me in, dropping a kiss on my temple with a chuckle. “Thank you, but I’ll give it a few days and see how I feel.”

“No one would blame you if you wanted to move.” I tell him, pulling out of his hold. “But they also tell you not to make any major life decisions for like 6 months after a loss like this.”

He’s already reaching for me again, “Does that include custody decisions?”

beginning to feel increasingly guilty about taking Paisley from Ethan when he’s just

been very affectionate – which I allowed only because there was nothing sexual about it. It was pure tenderness and Ethan dearly needed it, in fact I’ve woken every morning this week with both Ethan and our pups in my bed, even on the nights I went to sleep completely alone. “Including with the pups.” I add. “I don’t mind co-sleeping every now and then but it took me ages to get Ryder, Parker and Riley sleeping

at him he’s eyeing me like I’m

and you know it.” I

I’m very vulnerable right now.” He teases, “I might not sleep at all if I don’t have something soft to cuddle, and then the pack will pay the price: Without a strong leader the city will fall to ruin, crime

dancing away from him as he continues to stalk me through the apartment, “in that case

sweet-smelling the way a lovely little wolf is.” Ethan protests, smiling for the first time all

enough to let him catch

head, as if he doesn’t believe his ears. “Really?” He asks

at him as he towers over me. “We’ll

back and laughs, calling after me as

of keeping my word, gently cajoling the pups to sleep in their own beds now that we were back home and telling them if they felt lonely to make a puppy pile amongst themselves, then retreating to my own room and closing the door behind me. However hours later, when it was no longer night but the early

living room and found Ethan

was prominent in many of the photos, and my heart softened towards him even knowing what I slippery

was there until he sees

Venka

I know it’s morning, and I’m waking up sprawled over Ethan’s chest, with his arms locked around my body. I try to

a few hours later. We’re meeting for coffee, reconnecting for the first time since the murder. I know he’s probably anxious to find out if I’ve thought any more about dating him, but the moment we sit down, I couldn’t help but spill the

sympathizes, “What makes you so sure it’s Eve

course it’s Eve.” I respond, “I mean who else

Paisley out