Chapter 23
Anthony sankunder the covers and brought the phone closer to his ear. “So you actually shot AbigailRylie?”
Kira chuckled from the other end. “In the flesh. But be careful how you say that. Don’t want it to sound like the kind with ahandgun.”
He grinned, sank his head deeper into his pillow. “True.”
“Did you kick some tail in poker tonight?” sheasked.
“Kicked trash and took names,baby.”
“That’s myman!”
Anthony loved when he could hear the smile in her voice. “Don’t you forgetit.”
“Never.”
It remained quiet as he basked in the moment. Content. They’d done it. Kira had almost fulfilled her contract, and Anthony had stayed behind, run the diner, and not goneinsane.
“Two more days,” shepurred.
The words were ear candy, especially to the tune of that sultry voice. “Iknow.”
“I can’twait.”
“Me neither.” She sighed. “Oh man, it’s four-thirty. You’re going to have to get into the dinersoon.”
“I know,” he said with a groan. “When you get back, I don’t want to live another day without you.” He rubbed a hand over his face, realizing that sounded a whole lot like aproposal.
“Then don’t,” Kirasaid.
More silence. A peace-filled space that allowed Anthony’s mind to soar to thesky.
“Good night,” shesaid.
He nodded, cleared his throat. “Goodnight.”
