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“Thank you,” she whispers after a long silence.
I thought she’d gone to sleep.
“Thank you,” I correct her, flexing inside her and making her giggle. “I think we both needed that, don’t you?”
She nods and giggles again. “Uhm, you could say that.”
“And what if I wasn’t the next man you laid eyes on?” I ask, not surprised by my own jealousy so early.
“And what if you’d killed me?” she retorts but it’s not funny. It brings us both back to the reality of things pretty fast.
I feel her tensing up, her breathing getting quicker.
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “We’ve got time. As long as you’re with me, nothing bad’s gonna happen.”
She relaxes some, and after I pull the covers over us both, it isn’t long before she’s fast asleep.
My mind’s already in other places. I need to know who wants her dead so I can return the favor. Stephanie’s mine now, nobody else’s.
It’s the same every time, though. I got like this in the early days. Got obsessed with trying to uncover who or what was behind everything I was doing.
There’s just something off about the assignment on Stephanie. Almost everyone I’ve been paid to kill actually deserved it or it saved countless lives by doing it.
Stephanie though? Something doesn’t add up.
She mews in her sleep, reaching for me, a little smile at the edge of her mouth. The sleep of a satisfied virgin if ever I’ve seen one.
CHAPTER 7
Stephanie
My arm reaches for him in my sleep, which wakes me. He’s not there.
After a second of thinking I might have dreamed the whole thing, a glowing warmth in my belly makes me smile.
Oh, he’s real alright, but where is he?
Slipping into his crumpled shirt from the floor, I hug my elbows and breathe in his scent, knowing one place he might be.
For a split second, I think it is Daddy behind his desk in his office, but Logan’s naked torso soon comes into focus.
Unsurprisingly, my ‘assassin’ is now going through my dad’s papers.
The banker’s lamp from the wide leather-bound desk gives Logan a very distinguished look. He has eyeglasses on now as well, which may be why I thought he was Daddy for a second.
“Anything I can help with?” I ask.
“It’s not what you think,” he sighs. “I just figured while you sleep, I’d?—”
“Go through all my dad’s things,” I scold him playfully, lifting some papers from his hands.
I’m ready to ask if we can go back to bed. It’s past dark and I’m freezing. That and I already miss my man blanket. I never knew how good it could feel curling up into someone.
The papers Logan has been scouring catch my eye when I notice my name on them.
“Life insurance policies. Lots of ‘em,” Logan drawls, easing himself back in Daddy’s chair, eyeing the cigar humidor with a frown.
“I-I don’t understand. We’ve got plenty of money.”
