Page 91 of The Hitman and the Psychic

Picking up my discarded clothes, I hurried into the guest bedroom and found the black clothes I’d brought. I debated waking Serenity, but she’d been through so much lately, I wasn’t sure she needed to come. I’d be fine without her. Of course, she’d probably hate that, so I’d better wake her up after all.

I checked my gun and slipped it into my shoulder holster and looked for my leather jacket.

“Going somewhere?”

My breath caught, and I turned to find Serenity leaning against the door jam, a short, silky blue robe wrapped around her. With one brow cocked, and her lips pursed, I knew I was in trouble.

“Razor called. We need to go. How fast can you get ready?”

“Were you going to leave without me?”

I stepped toward her and she stiffened, so I got real close to her and lowered my voice. “I thought about it. But no. I was going to wake you up.”

“Oh.” Her shoulders relaxed, but only slightly. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

I folded my arms. “Babe… do you think I’m stupid?”

Her lips twitched. “You really want me to answer that?”

Growling, I reached for her, but she dodged my hand and scurried into her bedroom. I followed behind, but she slammed the door in my face. I didn’t hear the lock turn, so I could have gone in, but I let it go instead.

If I went in there now to exact my revenge, it would be morning before we made it to Razor’s shop. I’d just have to wait. Thinking about how I’d make her pay sent a smile across my lips. Oh, I’d get my revenge all right, and I looked forward to every minute of it.

Unsure how long she’d take, I ambled into the kitchen and warmed up the coffee, knowing it would be morning before we came back, and I needed a jolt of caffeine.

Just as I poured a cup, she hurried out, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, with a black cap on her head. She was dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt, and some kind of black exercise leggings that hugged every inch of her long legs. Shit. How was I supposed to concentrate on work when she looked like that?

“Something wrong?”

“You should put on a coat. Or a sweater. It’s probably cold.”

Her brows rose. “I’ll wear my leather jacket. It’s right by yours.”

I huffed out a breath. “Sure. Let’s go.” I grabbed her keys and stepped to the door.

“What about your coffee?”

“It’s fine.”

“I have a thermos I can put it in. Give me a second.” She pulled a gray bottle out of the cupboard and filled it with coffee. “You want it black?”

“Sure.” While she screwed on the lid, I unlocked the door and stepped into the connecting garage. “You mind if I drive?”

She shrugged. “Not at all.”

Soon, we were backing out of the garage. “We have to stop at the office for the camera equipment, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Did Razor sound mad?”

“Yes. He’d been waiting for a while.” I shook my head. “For some reason, I forgot all about our appointment.” I glanced her way and she flushed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into the parking garage and parked close to the elevators. My car and motorcycle were the only vehicles there, along with one other car I didn’t recognize.

Before I opened the car door, Serenity grabbed my arm. “Wait. Give me your hand.”

I held it out and she took it, closing her eyes and breathing slowly. A few seconds later, she shook her head. “I didn’t get anything, so we must be good to go.”

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