She’d felt his hardness against the crack of her ass.
Had he been waiting for her?She’d decided that if he didn’t do it tonight, she would put the moves on him.Well, that was before he announced he was leaving.
At least she thought that was what was going on.With Fink, she couldn’t be too sure.He tested her understanding of men and of people in general.Though her gut told her he intended to run for the hills.She wouldn’t let him get away so easily.
Fink flipped the cell closed but kept his back to her.
Rocking back and forth from the balls of her feet to her heels, she wiggled her arms at her sides.Sydney was on the edge of her proverbial seat.With a smile stretching from ear to ear, she eagerly awaited his comments on the call.
While she hadn’t heard what was said, she knew in her bones he’d gotten another assignment.She was ready.
This was their time to shine.A new dynamic duo had been born.Fink only had to accept it.
Bing-bong.
What?
Fink turned along with her as though they could see the front door through the wall.
“Are you expecting someone?”he asked.
She shook her head.“No.”
Was he?Did he call a cab or something?When had he had the opportunity?And why?He had a truck outside.
Oh no.Her heart sank.The police.Had they come back?
Scurrying onto the bed, she crawled toward the window.After she pushed the curtains aside, she bent the blinds and peered out into the parking lot.
“No one’s there,” she reported.
Did kids still do ding-dong ditch?She wasn’t sure many kids were in her apartment complex.Racking her brain, she tried to recall if any of her neighbors were teenagers.
“Do you think—” She paused her words because he was out of the room before she could finish her sentence.
Where did he go?
“Fink?”she called as she scrambled off the bed and trotted out to the living room.
Halting at the edge of the couch, she waited for him to say something.
Using his foot to close the door behind him, Fink held a nondescript box in his hand.
Like a cat, her curiosity got the best of her as her gaze stalked him across the room.He carried the delivery to the high-top table.
“What is it?”she asked.
There was no way he’d know.He hadn’t opened it yet.Then again, maybe his call told him what to expect.
“Is it someone’s head?”
He peered at her.“What?”
“I have no idea.Maybe Mitchell’s pregnant wife is mad and figured out what we did.”She shrugged.“Or one of his girlfriends is pissed she was left out of the will.”She waggled her finger at him as her mind fired off in ten different unlikely scenarios.
“Whose head would it be?”he asked.
Sydney ran her finger along her chin, considering the options.“I don’t know.But in movies, there’s always a body part in the mysterious box.”
