Page 94 of Three for a Girl

Romeo’s cheeks reddened, and at first Chad thought anger had stained them, but his gaze softened, and he licked his lips before laughing softly. He bowed his head, broke eye contact, and it felt like a victory to Chad.

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I decide who you kill.”

It sounded even crazier the second time, but his voice didn’t waver. That was his compromise, his messed-up compromise, that felt all wrong, but somehow right at the same time.

“It’ll be who I say, when I say.”

The breath Romeo released shook, and he shifted in his seat.

“What?” Chad asked.

“Nothing.”

Romeo didn’t look at him, he looked everywhere else. His breathing sped up, and his chest rose and fell, drawing up his pectorals until they were hard to ignore.

“Tell me?”

“I’m … really turned on right now,” Romeo said, slipping down his chair. He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head.

“You—you’re not gonna argue with me?”

Romeo’s gaze snapped to him. “No.”

He was all ready for a fight—not physical, but he expected Romeo to rebuff his offer, demand his nonbiased approach to killing, throw him down and attempt to seduce him into it, but he didn’t.

He palmed himself under the table, and chuckled, “We’re meeting in the grey. Merging into the perfect shade.”

“I’m in the grey and that’s okay.”

Romeo grinned. “I’m hard as a rock, come and give me a fock…”

A laugh tickled in Chad’s swollen throat, his lips quirked into a smile he tried to fight, but it was useless. He laughed, and it was mad, and crazy, but he laughed, and the tension left him. He laughed until his head spun, and his body loosened, but a beeping cut his hysteria short.

He sobered from his madness and ran to the front of the house. A car headed up the dirt track, and when Chad grabbed his phone off the table he saw Ally in the Lexus on the cameras.

“Who is it?” Romeo asked from the doorway.

“Ally, my sergeant.”

Romeo folded his arms and glowered at the door.

“The one who made you food? The one you think is a good person.”

“She is a good person.”

Romeo grunted, and Chad pleaded with him.

“She is.Not her. Please.

“Fine, not her.”

“Hide.”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll get rid of her.”

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