The Assassin's Daughter by Lacey McBain
“Bodie?” A female voice whispered from the doorway to the living room.
Bodie was already moving away, looking sheepish and guilty, lips wet and swollen from kissing. Doyle couldn’t stop a smirk as he watched Bodie stammer out an explanation.
“Ginny. Doyle. Um.” Bodie stuck a hand in his back pocket, scrubbed one hand through his hair, and couldn’t meet the girl’s eyes. Doyle glanced up through his long lashes and saw Ginny, a musty tattered sheet, more grey than white, wrapped around her. The girl was grinning.
“’ello, luv,” Doyle said. “He been treatin’ you all right?”
“Fair.” She shrugged tiredly. “’Course, he hasn’t been kissing me.”
“Good thing. There’s laws against that,” Doyle replied with a quick glance at his partner who was looking more and more uncomfortable by the minute.
“Is he a good kisser?”
"Fair," Doyle said, smiling.
“All right, that’s enough,” Bodie cut in and waved at the girl to go back to the living room. “Show’s over, luv.”