The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)

by Jennifer Cody

I watch Fox sip his wine, enjoying the bob of his Adam’s apple and the way the dark scruff on his face makes him look like more of a hobo than I am. No, he doesn’t get to look distinguished with his scruff; he looks like he could use a shave and a haircut. Like I said, he’s not exactly handsome, more like he’s an average joe kind of guy and with the day-old scruff he’s definitely looking haggard. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing a bloodstained T-shirt and workout pants. “Restrictive clothing isn’t an option for me,” he tells me quietly. Plus, I know what he spent on my suits; he would be poorer than me in just a few days if he had to buy a new suit every time he worked. I tap out a few sentences into my phone and slide it to him. The hobo look isn’t sexy, but your confidence is. I’d do you. I’d do you for the rest of our lives. When he looks up, I wag my brows suggestively and he rewards my bad behavior with another huff of laughter. He types his response under mine and slides the phone back. Don’t let anyone know you’re both sassy and crazy. Harbingers have a reputation to uphold. I cock my head at him, curious what my reputation is supposed to be. He gives me the barest hint of a mysterious smile and sips his wine, deciding to keep me in the dark because there’s no way he misunderstood my nonverbal query. What’s life without a little mystery? I'll find out eventually.