“Why did you call Marshal’s number and not mine?”Ava asked.
“I didn’t know if you’d be sleeping.It’s late.”
“We’re enjoying some ice cream,” Ava said.
He thought about the last time he had seen her eating ice cream.It had ended in that kiss.The one where he finally got to feel her close to him, and fuck, it had felt so good.It had felt better than he could have imagined.
“What are you up to?”Ava asked.
“Just sitting around, waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“Shit to happen.”
“That does not sound like you.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t, but I’m close.Do you know some fucker put a hit on me for twenty-thousand dollars?”Knox asked.
“Is that all?”
“Yeah, it was some bounty hunter, but even still, that is a fucking low amount.I’m insulted.”
“Do you think Blondie’s wife is responsible?”
“No, I’ve done all the necessary checks, and this is not her.”
“What about someone else associated with her?”Ava asked.“Someone who might have been set to get a whole lot of money if Marshal died?”
Now that was a thought.“You know, I’d been having similar thoughts myself.”
It would explain the private account, the twenty-thousand dollars, and why it had come now, after Blondie’s wife, also known as Patricia, was arrested, and any power over Marshal’s fortune had evaporated.
“I could help you,” Ava said.
“Staying with Marshal, and staying out of trouble is helping me,” he said.
“I, uh, I miss you.”
He smiled.“Marshal tell you to say that?”
“No,” Ava said.“I am missing you.”
He heard her get up and move away.In the background, he heard Marshal complaining, but then there was silence.
“I want you to come back for me, okay?”
“I am coming back for you, Ava.Trust me, we’re not ending at that kiss.”
“You promise?”
“I guarantee it.”
There was silence, and neither of them knew exactly what to say.
“Marshal’s banging on the door, wanting his cell phone back.I’ll see you when you’re done killing people,” Ava said.
He was so close to telling her he loved her, but he stopped himself at the last minute.Now was not the time.
