Page 3 of Enticing Her Love

She didn’t want to let herself down, either.

Reporting for Discovery Hour was always supposed to be a stepping stone to becoming a cutting-edge reporter headlining global issues. She took a bite of a peanut butter cracker, her comfort food. She’d brought a supply of them. Lord knew she’d need some kind of comfort for the hell she was about to be put through.

She glanced at Flynn standing by the coffee counter talking with a barista. He raked a hand through his hair, flashing the easygoing smile that softened his hard edges. That smile never seemed to come Sutton’s way, ratcheting up her frustration.

Fuck it. She was done with his crap. She sent the email and thumbed out a text to Leni.

Sutton: I did it!

Leni: Define it. Quit? Killed? Screwed?

Sutton finished her cracker, thinking about how many times they’d played the kiss-marry-kill game when they were younger and how often Leni had wanted to kill the boys on Silver Island, where they’d grown up, while Sutton had usually tried to negotiate more options. Today she didn’t need more options. Just give me a weapon. Although it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about screwing Flynn a time or two…hundred.

Sutton: None of the above. I sent my résumé to GNN.

Leni: Hold on while I nix the body bag I just ordered.

A shadow fell over Sutton. She looked up as Flynn lowered his big body into the seat beside her and said, “Updating your will?”

“I took care of that when I first started working with you.” She pocketed her phone. “I was just making sure the hit man I hired is still on board.”

He half scoffed, half laughed. “Hope he’s better at his job than you are at yours.”

She narrowed her eyes, too tired to mince words. “Were you born a dick, or did it take years of practice?” She’d never said anything quite as blatant as that to him, and Flynn was quiet for so long, she wondered if she’d crossed a line that would get her fired. Just as she was about to backpedal, he spoke.

“Probably both.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “For your information, I’m worth my weight in gold. You’re just too blind to see it.”

His dark eyes swept over her. “Nobody’s going to get rich on that.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know, you could cancel the hit man and save a few bucks by doing the deed yourself. Or are you afraid to get your hands dirty?”

“I’m not afraid. I just don’t think I’d look good in an orange jumpsuit.”

“Good thinking. Here.” He handed her a cup of coffee.

“I don’t want your coffee.”

“It’s yours.” He held up his other hand, showing her another coffee cup.

That was a first. She eyed the proffered cup skeptically. “Is this like a last meal? Did you pay the barista to poison it?”

He shoved the cup into her hand. “Just drink the damn coffee.”

“Okay, but if my hit man fails and I don’t return home from this trip, you’ll have to deal with my siblings. You should know Archer is itching for a reason to kill you.” She had three brothers and two sisters. Her older brother Archer was a beast of a man with a hair trigger. He was overprotective of all of them, but he was especially watchful over Sutton and Jules, the only two siblings who didn’t have a twin.

He scoffed. “The winemaker? I’m not worried.”

“Then you really are a stupid man.” She sipped the coffee and was shocked by the sweet taste of hazelnut. “How did you know how I like my coffee?”

“You’re not exactly quiet about your love of hazelnut. After you practically made out with the food and beverage guy for bringing you hazelnut creamer at that archaeological site in Portugal, I saw him pay off the girl he worked with so he could bring you your coffee every morning.”

“I hugged him, and he did not pay anyone off.”

He sat back and kicked his long legs out, crossing them at the ankles. “I saw what I saw.” Wrapping both hands around his coffee cup, he rested his head back and closed his eyes.