Page 26 of The Hitman and the Psychic

Unable to help myself, I chuckled and pushed my door open. So she saw us kissing, and had obviously enjoyed it. Interesting. I grinned. Did that mean it was inevitable? Or now that she knew, would she make sure it didn’t happen? My smile faded a little as I followed her to the door, her back to me.

I wanted to explore her vision more, but now wasn’t the time, and I tucked it away for later. Right now, we had work to do. The office was locked since it was after business hours, so I swiped my security access card across the lock pad.

Hearing the lock disengage, I pulled it open and ushered Serenity inside. “I want to check the surveillance room before we head into the club.”

“Sure.” Flustered, her voice squeaked. It was so adorable.

Wait, did I just use the wordadorable? What was wrong with me? Women weren’tadorable,they were sexy. What was I thinking?

Serenity followed me to the security office where we found Patrick watching the feed. “How’s the crowd tonight?”

“Just the usual. Not many people yet, but it should pick up in an hour or two.”

“Good.” I glanced at Serenity. “This is Serenity. She’s helping me tonight.”

“Hi.” She sent him a little wave instead of shaking his hand.

“Why don’t you give Patrick the description of our mystery person so he can keep a watch out.”

“Oh, right.” She gave Patrick the general description of a man with a beard and hat, and his brows rose.

“Really? Without the hat, that could be like… half the people in the club.” He glanced my way and I shrugged.

She frowned. “I know, but that’s what we have to go on, so if someone looking like that acts suspicious, keep an eye on him and let us know, okay?”

He nodded and she turned to the door, so I pulled it open and glanced at Patrick. “I’ll check back before we go home. If you see anything out of the ordinary, send me a text.”

“Will do.”

I ushered Serenity out, and we made our way to the door beside the bar. Slipping inside the club, no one but the bartender paid any attention to us. I sent the bartender a nod, and led Serenity to my usual corner table where I could watch the crowd. Serenity slid into her seat without touching anything.

“If you’re nervous about what you touch, you might as well wear your gloves.” Reaching out to take her hand was way too tempting without them, since I wanted to see if I could give her another arousing vision. I held back a grin.

She let out a long sigh before taking a pair of black lace gloves from her bag. After slipping them on, she visibly relaxed. Our waiter, Macy, came over to take our orders. I didn’t want anything, but Serenity ordered a Diet Coke with lime.

While waiting for her drink, Serenity glanced around. “This place sure looks different from this afternoon.” Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she caught my gaze. “Is it okay if we do some dancing? You never know what I might pick up on the dance floor.”

My brow rose. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Oh… well, I think I’ll check my bag and jacket, just in case.” She looked toward the bar. “Where’s the coat-check?” Macy brought Serenity’s drink, setting it down in front of her. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t I check your things? I need to walk around and see who’s here tonight. If you see anything, come find me. I won’t be far.”

Her brows drew together. “Maybe I should come with you?”

“No, that’s not necessary.” I’d never be able to focus with her right next to me. “It would be better if we we’re both looking from different vantage points, so we don’t miss anything.”

She shrugged. “Fine. But be careful, okay?”

I raised a brow, secretly loving that she wanted to keep me safe. “You really think I’m going to get killed in the middle of this big crowd?”

She handed over her bag and jacket and gave me a sweet smile. “You never know.”

With a slight shake of my head, I strode to the coat check room. After securing Serenity’s things. I made a short circuit around the club, keeping an eye out for trouble, and purposefully avoiding looking toward her. Several minutes later, however, I caught a flash of red in my peripheral vision. Turning, I spotted Serenity on the dance floor beside a man who looked like he was trying hard to impress her.

She barely smiled at him, keeping her attention on the people around her, like she was looking for the guy she’d seen in her vision. I couldn’t fault her for that, but something twisted in my gut to see her dancing with some loser.

The guy leaned over to whisper in her ear, and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stiffened, but he didn’t seem to notice. Growing bold, he put his other arm around her waist and began to sway to the music.

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