Floyd ambled into Lucielle's apartment just after eight that evening, his back throbbing from hours of sitting in an unremarkable car tailing Hankins.
He had gotten lucky that night—Sean had been more than willing to trail the man, which left Floyd with a free evening to spend with Lucielle.
He had been missing his lass, but his body tensed as soon as he saw her in the kitchen, preparing a meal for them. His initial instinct upon seeing her was to spill the beans, to confess what he had been doing behind her back. Only his promise to John kept him silent, the vow feeling like a noose around his neck.
He forced himself to relax, placing his keys on the entryway table before approaching her from behind and planting a quick kiss on the top of her head as he inhaled the divine scent wafting
