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his hands to look into her mocha-cream eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
    Feeling shy and caught off guard, Simona’s smile was angelic. “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”
    “Now, how about let’s have some real breakfast. What do you say we go to Y-Hop for those strawberry waffles and coffee? My treat.” Ben suggested.
    “Sure. I agree that it has to be your treat, especially after not being successful with cooking those pancakes. It was awful, baby.” Simona gave him a playful yet pouty look.
    Ben started to tickle her waist as he tossed her over his right shoulder. She was laughing uncontrollably. Their relationship was fun and always childlike.
    “Speaking of awful, we need to get rid of the awful sweat that’s on your body. Eeww! Shower time.” Ben joked.
    “What ever happened to loving me no matter what? And are you going to lather soap all over my body?” Simona asked, seductively.
    Ben laughed. “Oh, I’m gonna do more than that.” He spanked her on the booty as she was hanging over his shoulder.
    They made their way, leading into the bathroom. The two were bound to have a little fun of their own.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
          Chapter 5
     
    “Is that all you’re eating?” Ben asked as he scooped his eggs up with the fork.
    Simona chewed the waffle slowly, taking the napkin to wipe the sides of her mouth. “Yes, I’m not really that hungry. Especially after consuming the ‘burnt pancake’ challenge.” She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at Ben. “This one waffle is enough to keep me full. It’s also low fat. You know that I’m trying to watch my figure.”
    “You should let me watch your figure for you, babe.” He winked. “And I thought you’d have an appetite, being that morning sex killed the calories from the pancakes.”
    Ben sat back and took a deep breath from eating very quickly, he pat his stomach to express that he was full. He always had such a big appetite, most people mistook him for a bodybuilder.
     
    Simona raised an eyebrow at Ben. Sometimes she wondered about her fiancé. The goofy things he said came out of nowhere.
    “Not really that hungry. Just a little shaken up about the murder that took place in the parking lot. What’s awful is that I had to report about it.”
    Ben stopped himself before biting into his French toast. Anything involving murder bought back flashbacks of killing in Iraq.
    “A murder? Hmmm. Where? What’s it about? I missed it.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.
    “Yeah, because you’re always busy these days.” Simona sighed. “The murder took place… in the parking lot of OUR neighborhood. A woman was killed and found in the trunk of her car.”
    Ben seemed a little calm, murders were something he was used to knowing about. “I’m used to hearing about murders, but it’s strange that it occurred in our neighborhood.”
    Simona searched Ben’s face for any kind of emotion, but he showed none. “Babe, you do realize that I just said this happened in our area, right?”
    “Yeah, but you’re forgetting that I’m a soldier in the US army. Nothing scares me. You’re safe with me.” Ben took another bite into toast. “Who was the woman that got killed? What happened?”
    Simona folded her arms. “She was somehow arguing in the parking lot with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend lives in the apartments too, but no one knows who he is or where he is. Some say that he’s in the army so I figure you may know him.”
    Frown lines and the rush of blood finally formed on Ben’s face from the news. He rubbed his chin. “Uhh. There are plenty of soldiers that live in the neighborhood and the apartments. It’s a military neighborhood.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moved quickly. “What was this....woman’s name?”
    Simona stared at him coldly and hesitated before answering him. “Natalia Karpova. That was her name.”
    Those words shot through him like a bullet as he dropped his spoon
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