Stripped Naked (Naked Cowboys) by Desiree Holt Page A

tapping into the funds.”
    “But why dump the body so close to home?” Dillon asked. “Didn’t he think it would stick out like a sore thumb in a place as sparsely populated and rural as Rowan County?”
    “Maybe he was afraid to make the dumping too complicated. Kill the guy, strip him down and dispose of him without having to make complicated arrangements.”
    “So where do we go from here?” Dillon wanted to know.
    “I’d like to send someone from forensics up there to get DNA from the body. We searched Redmond’s house and bagged his toothbrush just in case, so now we can see if it matches.”
    “Go ahead. Just have whoever it is call me and give me a time so I can make sure everything’s ready.”
    “Will do.” There was a pause. “Think maybe I can talk you into coming into the city one of these days for a drink or a cup of coffee?”
    Dillon had not set foot in San Antonio since he’d given up his place there and headed to Rowan County with all his worldly goods in a big truck, towing his vehicle behind. He’d had no desire to ever go back again. And now, with Naomi back in the area, he definitely wanted to stay away.
    “How about if you come up here?” he suggested. “I’ll give you the nickel tour and take you out for some good barbecue.”
    After a moment, Charlie said, “If that’s what it takes to see you, we’ll make arrangements. I’ll call you. And forensics will give a shout when they’re ready to head out your way.”
    After the call ended, Dillon sat back in his chair, letting his thoughts jump around. If the body was indeed the missing financier, Dillon could be drawn back into the San Antonio crime scene again. That meant the media.
    And Naomi.
    Was she back in the San Antonio media scene? He was pretty sure she hadn’t heard about the possible link to the corpse found in his county, so why was she here? Just to make his life miserable?
    Shit.
    He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginning of a headache. Why did his life have to keep getting complicated?

Chapter Five
    Jinx felt like a bride on her wedding night.
    No, scratch that. The less she remembered about her wedding and the years following it the better. She didn’t need those memories intruding on the night ahead.
    Okay. Just call it what it was. A woman getting ready for her exciting lover.
    And Dillon Cross was definitely exciting. As she soaked in a tub filled with scented bubbles, she recalled in vivid detail the prior night they’d spent together. He was an inventive and demanding lover, but he gave as much as he took. Just the thought of his hands and mouth on her, not to mention his delicious cock inside her was enough to almost make her come in the bathwater.
    Draining the last of the white wine she’d brought into the bathroom with her, she set the glass on the floor and stood up. Water sluiced from her skin as she stepped out and reached for a big soft bath towel. She hummed to herself as she slathered scented lotion everywhere on her body, rubbing some into the secret places he liked to explore. Brushing her hair until it shone, she shook her head so the strands would fall loose in what she hoped was a sexy way.
    Minimal makeup. Jinx wasn’t and had never been one of those women who made up her face for bed as if photographers were coming. Maybe that was another reason Max had sought stimulation in other places. He had never seemed quite comfortable with the private her as opposed to the public her.
    Stop. Don’t think about him. Don’t let him ruin tonight.
    The great thing about a relationship that was just sex was you didn’t have to worry about impressing or entertaining your partner. Except, of course, in bed. The menu didn’t include long conversations or all the other usual getting-to-know-you things. Of course, that didn’t mean you just fell on each other like rutting animals. Although Jinx swallowed a smile as she remembered the first time when haste had been so important. No, it meant