“But that succulent flesh,” Leslie whispered.
“You need s*x that bad?”
“Only the right kind,” Leslie said, letting the thought drop. Yeah, it would be good to have Robin in her arms again, but now was hardly the time to seduce her.
Making their way through the house, there was an old smell Leslie noticed right off, the way most old houses smell of dust too deep to find and furniture polish and the scent of flowers that linger long in the air. Leslie was immediately transported back in time to her childhood, a rather odd feeling, especially since she was investigating a murder. Her grandmother’s house smelled this way, although it was neither as grand or mysterious.
This place could give me the spooks,” she said.
“Isn’t it terrific? I’m just glad I don’t live here anymore. Walking t
