X's and O's (Saint View Murder Squad, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

“There isn’t. That’s definitely not mine. I don’t even like pizza. I’m lactose intolerant.” I hoped Paul shit his pants right then and there just from the smell of the cheese. “Oh, damn. You are?” the driver asked casually. “That sucks so much. Cheese is the best. Like, it’s actually my favorite thing in the world. But it gives you the farts, huh? Or the squirts?”

I didn’t know you could fall in love with someone in the space it took for them to pitch a rolling pin at your head. But here I was, utterly and completely in love with a woman who wouldn’t stop throwing things at me.

I grinned at Scythe and mouthed, “I’m gonna marry her.” He just rolled his eyes. “What? I am!” “She’s throwing knives at you because you just killed a man in cold blood right in front of her, but sure. I’ll put on a tux and be your best man. We’ll have the ceremony next week on the island of Delulu.”

Scythe groaned. “He’s been like this ever since he saw her. He’s turned into a walking, talking Hallmark card. It’s disturbing, and that’s saying something coming from someone who is pretty disturbed himself.”

“Been better, honestly. I was just here to clean a house when I was attacked. Now I’m a witness to a murder, I’m in my underwear—” “Which you look superhot in!” I added. “Not helpful,” Gray hissed in my direction. What did I say wrong? She did look hot. It was a compliment. The woman threw up her hands. “And for the cherry on top, apparently I have a psycho in love with me.” Scythe held up a hand for me to high-five. “Hey, she acknowledged your feelings!”