After she’d cleared the table and packed the leftovers into Tupperware, she stacked them into a plastic bag for Fink to take with him and exited the kitchen.The distinct sound of a phone vibrating caught her attention.
Glancing toward the table, she noted it wasn’t hers.
Cautiously, she approached the hallway as Fink exited the bathroom.
Their eyes met, and the cell continued to buzz.
Neither of them moved to pick it up.
“You should get that,” she suggested.
That was unless he wanted her to answer it.Highly unlikely, but the urge to do it had her fingers tingling.
His gaze left hers, but he didn’t take a step away.
“Or I could?”she offered.
He shook his head.
That did it.He crossed the hall and entered her bedroom.As he swiped it off the dresser, she closed the door behind them.
Turning, he put the phone to his ear and stared at her.
“Yeah,” he answered as he flicked his wrist for her to get out.
Standing straighter, she lifted her chin and filled her lungs with resolve.
She wasn’t going anywhere.While he may not want to invite her into his world, she was already there, and she wasn’t leaving.
“Go,” he mouthed.
She shook her head.
“Yeah,” he repeated into the phone.
Whomever he spoke to kept their voice low.She couldn’t make out what he said.
Fink turned away from her and plugged one of his ears.
“When?”he asked as he came farther into the room.
She followed.
“I can do it.”
Do what?She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as excitement surged through her.Was this a call about a job?Had he been hired to take someone else out?
Fighting the urge to hop and clap her hands while squealing like a schoolgirl, she screwed her features into a stoic expression.This was happening.They were about to do it again.Another person would die at their hands.
Why didn’t she feel bad about that?
Images of blood spurting out of Mitchell’s neck after she’d plunged the letter opener into it flashed through her mind.Her nipples tightened.Her pussy heated at the memory of what ensued shortly after.
Would they do all of that again?
She’d summoned every ounce of restraint she possessed not to jump his bones while he had lain beside her the past two nights.They’d cuddled, and he’d kissed the crown of her head, but they hadn’t gotten intimate.
There sure as shit wasn’t a lack of desire.
