The Shaman Part 12

Charlie groaned. "You love me."

"Yes!"

He kissed her, thrusting his tongue roughly into her mouth, sucking her tongue into his own. The sensation sent wild jolts through her, brought her near the brink. She tensed all over, cried out as she felt it explode through her. He sucked her tongue harder, thrust harder inside of her and abruptly shuddered with his own release. Gasping, he dropped his head to her shoulder. "I love you, Charlie. Marry me."

"Yes," she gasped.

He lifted his head. "You'll marry me?"

She managed a smile, nodded.

"Because you love me?"

"Because I'm tired of fighting."

He frowned. She lifted her head and nipped him on the chin. "I already told you I was mad about you. I-love-you, John Greywolf."

He grinned, finally settling back against the pillows. "Tomorrow."

Her head came off the pillow. "Tomorrow!" she echoed.

"I'm not giving you time to think it over."

She'd was drifting off when he spoke again. "You knew it was Dr. Morris?"

Shaking herself awake, she nodded, then yawned. "It was the condoms. I kept staring at them, trying to figure out what didn't seem to fit about them-finally, I remembered the posters at the schools, and the one at the clinic-and I realized the condoms didn't look right because they didn't have any brand names on the packaging. I knew then that they must have come from the clinic, and that tied all the victims to a common link. At first, it still didn't seem to fit. I figured the skin walker had to be American Indian, and Dr. Morris couldn't be the killer. I called Chief Brown and got him to do a background check-which is when we found out he's half-His mother was Seminole. He grew up on a reservation in Florida."

"So ... you got your man, Ms. FBI," he said, smiling faintly.

She lifted an arm and draped it around his neck. "Yes, I did."

The End.