Page 73 of The Hitman and the Psychic

Ethan’s brows rose. “I don’t know. Did he threaten you at all? We might be able to get a restraining order.”

“No. He might have, but Stone was there.” She motioned toward me.

Ethan’s brows rose and he nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Stone also suggested making a couple of changes to the decree.” She pulled out the first one and showed him the changes.

Ethan beamed. “This is so much better for you! I’m so glad your partner talked you into this. I’ll make the changes and send a copy to his lawyer today.”

Her eyes widened. “Okay. Thanks.”

He checked his watch and stood. “I don’t have more time right now, but I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“Sounds good.”

Ethan ushered us to the door. “We’ll get this figured out.” He shook Serenity’s hand. She wasn’t wearing her gloves, and she froze for a split second before pulling away. He shook my hand next, and I followed her down the hall and outside to the parking lot.

Not looking at me, she unlocked the car doors and got in. After I settled into my seat, she turned toward me. “Where to, now?”

I raised a brow and gave her a smirk. “You know… I kind of liked how he called me your partner.” She rolled her eyes, and I grinned. “So, what happened when you touched him? Did you see something important?”

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “I don’t think so. He was in a courtroom, standing in front of a jury and talking about a hit and run. He said he could prove that it wasn’t an accident.” She sighed. “That’s all I got. I didn’t see anyone there that I knew, so it must be about a case he’s working on.” She met my gaze. “Since it wasn’t life-threatening, I didn’t say anything. That’s my new motto. If it’s not life-threatening, keep my mouth shut.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“Yeah… well, I’m learning as I go. Should we head back to my house?”

My phone began to ring. I checked who was calling and frowned. “It’s Razor. I wonder what he wants?” I swiped to answer. “Razor. What’s up?”

“We need to talk. Can you stop by my place sometime today?”

“I don’t know. What’s this about?”

“Cash is dead, and you were looking for him, so I need to know what happened.”

“Why? You think I did it?”

He hesitated. “That’s what I need to talk to you about. Some of the guys are upset. We just need to clear this up.” I didn’t answer right away, so he continued. “Don’t worry. It’s not an ambush. I’ve got your back.”

“Fine. I’ll be there soon.” I disconnected and put my phone away. “It looks like we need to talk to Razor about what happened to Cash. You okay to head over there?”

“I guess so. I mean… last time I shook his hand, I didn’t get anything, but I can’t say the same about everyone else.”

“I think we’ll be fine. I trust Razor, and I’m carrying.”

“Oh… well… that’s good. Give me your hand, just in case.”

She held her hand out to me, so I took it. I waited for her to gasp, and watched to see if her eyes went out-of-focus, but nothing happened.

She shrugged. “Um… I’ve got nothing, so it must be okay.”

I raised a brow. “Maybe a kiss would work better. Want to try it?” I knew she wouldn’t go for it, but I couldn’t resist teasing her.

“And if I said yes?”

I did not expect that, and she knew it, before she could say another word, I cupped her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. As our lips touched, a soft moan escaped her throat, and she began kissing me back, pulling and sucking on my lips like she was starving. All at once, she broke the kiss and sat back in her seat, her chest heaving. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

I shrugged, not about to agree. “Did it work?”

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