Page 122 of The Hitman and the Psychic

“Hey.”

He inhaled deeply. “I don’t want to get up.”

I chuckled. “Me neither. Will Vanetti be okay if we wait until tomorrow? After yesterday, I think we deserve a day off, right?”

“Ha. If only. No. We’d better get going.”

“I guess so.” I slid out from under him, but he tugged me back down and nuzzled his face against my neck.

“I just need one more kiss… then you can get up.”

That one kiss lasted a little longer than it should have, and it was another half hour before we finally got out of bed.

“Do you think Vanetti will yell at us for being late?” I asked, tugging on my boots.

Nate shrugged. “He can yell all he wants. It was totally worth it.” He sent me that sexy, lop-sided grin that always made my heart flutter, and I had to agree.

I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him. Was I an idiot for falling for a hitman? Maybe… but he was a good guy… not like a real hitman, right? Still, whatever this was, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Before we left, my phone rang. The caller ID said it was my lawyer, so I quickly answered. “Hello?”

“Serenity! I have some great news for you. Brandon just dropped off the divorce papers. And get this: he signed off on everything. I knew you’d be thrilled, so I had to call.”

“Wow! That’s great. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course. I wonder why he changed his mind.”

“Yeah… no kidding. I guess he had a change of heart. So, what’s next?”

“I’ll file with the judge today. That means the divorce should be final in the next couple of weeks.”

I let out a breath. “That’s the best news ever. Thanks.” I disconnected and glanced up at Nate. His brow rose, and Itried to suppress my enthusiasm. “Dang. I guess you don’t get to kill Brandon… sorry.”

He snickered and pulled me into a hug. “I’ll just have to get over it. But at least he’s out of our lives.”

My heart swelled. “I like the sound of that.”

He gave me a sweet kiss, full of promise, and I couldn’t hold back the love I felt for him. Pulling away, I sighed. “We’d better get going before Vanetti fires you.”

∞∞∞

We stepped off the elevator onto the twenty-sixth floor and went right to Vanetti’s office, passing Julia. “There you are. I was just about to call you.” Julia glanced between us, and a sly smile curved her lips. “Go on down. He’s waiting for you.”

Nate gave her a chin nod, and continued down the hall with me beside him. He didn’t waste any time knocking, and opened the door.

Vanetti glanced up from his desk. “It’s about time.”

Nate raised a brow. “We had a rough day, yesterday.” He glanced at me. “Didn’t we?”

I wanted to add that the night was pretty rough too, only in a much better way. Instead, I cleared my throat and glanced at Vanetti. “Yes. But don’t blame Nate. I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning.” My eyes widened. Did I just say that out loud?

Vanetti rolled his eyes. “Well… since you’re both so worn out, you’d better sit down.”

As we took our seats, Nate grinned at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back.

Vanetti let out a small huff before getting down to business. “We need to pay Bruce Lawrence a visit. I have a feeling he’s more involved with this than we know.”

He met my gaze. “Remember that first job you did for me? Finding the letter that got lost?”

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