“Definitely for me,” he murmured more to himself. Deep breath in, then out. “Why’d you leave the studio?” “So that I wouldn’t kill Richard.” I laughed. He didn’t. “Are you being serious?” “Deadly.” His fingertips dragged across the backs of my knees then gripped firmly again. “Why did you want to kill him?” “Because he has plans for you.” “You have plans for me.”
