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Most women don’t relax when I imply I might kill them. She really is my type.
“You’re going to kill him in the middle of a coffee shop?” Another blink, slower this time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were trying not to laugh. “No. I’m going to make Richard very interested in leaving. My skill set does, in fact, extend outside murder for hire.”
“Justine, do you think me trying to sleep with you means I want your husband less dead than before?” A few seconds pass before everything processes, and she does so with a laugh. Then Justine pulls me into a kiss so hard, I see stars.
“But I know what I want, and you’ve already given me a taste of what you want. The rest is yours to take.” Justine bites her lip. It’s brief, but enough to leave it flushed with color. “What if I want too much?” “No woman’s accused me of ever giving her too little.” I pocket my keys, then pop the driver’s side door open. “So why don’t you test that?”
Astonishment breaks across Justine’s face. For a second, she seems to forget about the gun, the notes, the fact that I’m here at all, to stare at Richard, baffled beyond belief. “You tried to scam an assassin?”
