Page 33 of The Hitman and the Psychic

“I saw most of them in jail cells. I’m not sure when it happens, but from the impression I got, I think it’s tonight.”

“Most of them? Did a few get away?”

I hesitated, unsure if I should tell Stone about the last guy I’d touched. In my vision, I’d seen him talking to one ofthe cops, but he wasn’t in jail. He was working undercover to bring them down.

“Serenity? What is it?”

“I think the last guy, Grizzo, is an undercover cop. But you can’t tell Razor, okay?”

“Dammit.” His mouth twisted.

“You won’t tell him, right?”

He sighed. “I can’t make any promises. This puts us in a tight spot, and it’s not helping our case.”

“I know, but if they find out Grizzo’s a cop… they’d do something bad to him, wouldn’t they?”

Stone’s lips twisted. “Let me worry about that.” He paused. “So, what now? If you didn’t see anything else, does that mean the guy we’re looking for isn’t one of them?”

“Yeah, I don’t think it is.”

He huffed out a breath. “Dammit. I thought we had a lead.”

“I know… it sucks.” We drove in silence for a few seconds, then an idea popped into my head and I turned his way. “Hey… why don’t we go back to the trailer park and check on Cash? Even if you’re convinced it’s not him, I think he’s connected in some way, and it’s late enough that he’s probably home. You could convince him to talk.”

Stone raised a brow. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” He turned the car in that direction, and I kept my eyes peeled for anyone following us. Traffic was sparse, and nothing stood out to me, so I settled back into my seat and worried about other things, namely, that Stone had found out about Brandon.

As much as I hated to admit it, Brandon had struck a nerve calling me a psycho. But that wasn’t near as bad as saying he wished I would have died in the accident. That stung. He’d loved me, once… even cherished what we had. I never thought he could beso cruel.

And… then there was Stone. I hadn’t wanted to touch him again after what I’d seen in the car, but then he’d interrupted me on the dance floor. I definitely hadn’t liked dancing with the other guy, but it was all part of the job. I hadn’t expected the dude to try feeling me up, though, and Stone had appeared out of nowhere, fierce and protective.

After that, I couldn’t resist getting him to dance with me. I knew this attraction between us wasn’t going anywhere, but it had been so much fun seeing him loosen up. He’d actually smiled and laughed. It had been wonderful.

Not only that, but dancing with him had brought out the old me again. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that part of myself until then, and it was all because of Sexy Stone. Grouchy, my-way-is-the-only-way, Stone. I’d kept my gloves on, so I didn’t see more. But I couldn’t believe how much fun I’d had flirting with him.

It was the most fun I’d had in… I couldn’t even remember. Touching him had seemed so natural, and to say he was a good dancer was putting it mildly. Even all the women watching him with lust in their eyes made my enjoyment ten times better.

But now I had a problem. How on earth was I going to keep things professional, when all I wanted to do was touch him all the time? Even now, I wanted to lean against him, take his hand in mine, and feel the callouses on his palm. I sighed, my stomach fluttering just at the thought. Ugh. This wassobad.

Stone pulled off the road to park beside the entrance to the trailer court and cut the engine, bringing me back to the present. “I don’t want him to see us coming and ditch us again.”

“Makes sense to me.” I sighed, wishing I wasn’t wearing my skimpy red dress and heels. Stone began to open thedoor, but I stopped him. “Hang on. Let me touch you again. Maybe I’ll get something this time.”

The last time I’d touched him without my gloves, I’d seen him bare-chested and kissing a woman. It had about knocked my socks off. But realizing the woman was me had sent white hot flames dancing through my entire body.

Besides that, I wasn’t wearing anything in the vision, either. Of course, seeing us like that didn’t mean it was going to happen. Honestly, though? I wished it would, more than I liked to admit, which meant I was in deep, deep trouble.

But I had a job to do. Mainly finding out if Cash, or his friend, Johnny, were in there waiting to kill this man I was crushing on. So really, it was perfectly acceptable to hold his hand. Nothing violating the client-investigator professional relationship I was trying to maintain. I was just doing my job. It also didn’t hurt that being with him was something I really wanted to have happen.

Ugh! I was so messed up.

He settled back into his seat and held out his hand. He had nice, big hands with long fingers, and I tried to keep my hand from trembling when I took his. As my hand fit snugly inside of his, tingles zipped over my skin. I tried not to think of all that passionate kissing from my earlier vision, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the vision of when he got hit by the truck.

This time, darkness swirled around him, and I couldn’t see through it. I sensed something else, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Holding his hand a little longer, I waited to see more, but nothing came.

Letting out a breath, I shook my head. “I think we’re okay to go? But let’s be careful. Maybe I’ll know more once we get closer.”

“All right.” He reluctantly pulled his hand from mine to open the door, and I already missed the warmth of his touch.

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