Halfway to the Grave (Night Huntress, #1)

by Jeaniene Frost

“Francesca,” Bones said, going to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you’ve come.” And that was all I needed to see to decide right then and there that I hated her guts. “Bones…” She drew his name out like it was candy, and when she kissed his cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick imprint, her eyes met mine in open challenge. Spade’s hand on my shoulder shook me from my state of murderous contemplation. I’d just been fantasizing about whipping two of the knives out of my jacket and flinging them into her double-Ds. “Francesca, this is Cat,” Bones said next, gesturing to me. “She’s with me, so you need not hesitate about speaking freely with her present.” I advanced with something stretching my face that may or may not have been a smile. “Hi. We’re sleeping together.” I heard it come out of my mouth in a detached sort of way, only mildly noticing Spade mutter something about this not being a wise idea and that both of Bones’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. Francesca shared neither of their reactions. Full, pouty lips curled. “But of course, niña. Who could resist him?” Spoken while her fingers trailed down the side of his shirt, and I almost lost it right there. “Kitten.” Bones caught my hand that shot out and tucked it casually in his arm, as if I hadn’t been about to knock her on her well-shaped ass. “Let’s sit, shall we?” I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Some small, rational part was screaming that this was a person who could help bring down Hennesse...