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Resting my hand on his shoulder, I lean into him as he scoops up a basket to put our items into. I pull him down a bit to whisper in his ear as we walk down the aisle with the chips and snacks. “Just wait until you see me hotwire a car.”
We both burst into a fit of laughter as we start grabbing different bags of chips, cookies, and pastries. “Damn girl…a vicious killer, a talented thief, and drop dead gorgeous. I could easily fall in love with you…if only you had the right equipment.”
Gasping loudly, I press my hand over my heart as if I were offended. “My equipment is perfectly fine just the way it is, thank you very much. Just because it’s not right for you…” I say, pointing my finger at his chest laughing.
We walk over to the coolers, pulling out a couple of sodas each. We know we’re stocking up for at least a day or so. Wehave at least a three hour drive back home to Stull. We both know what we have to do there. And then once we’re done, we’re heading to Jackson’s place in Kansas City, Missouri.
He said his house is empty, but his estate is making sure the house is kept up and taken care of by the house staff. He told me I can stay with him for now, until we figure out exactly what our plans are for everyone on our lists, plus eventually they are going to figure out we’re missing from Wellard.
Turning around to head back to the front of the store, I’m not paying attention, and I run into a guy who is standing directly behind me. My arms, holding all of my stuff, hit his stomach, and I take a quick step back. His fucking abs are hard as steel. I’m lucky I didn’t drop anything.
My eyes move up from his wide chest that is directly at my eye level, to his massive shoulders stretching his black T-shirt to capacity until I finally reach his face. A face with a golden tan, prominent cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and eyes…holy shit are those his real eyes? They are the brightest blue I have ever seen and they are staring directly at me.
My mouth drops open in shock at his sheer beauty. “Excuse you, asshole. Have you ever heard of personal space?” Jackson curses, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me around the tall stranger.
As he guides me to the front of the store, I take a quick glance back over my shoulder to see the stunning stranger watching us walk off. He’s absolutely gorgeous.
His eyes glaring between my eyes and where Jackson has a hold on me. But I can’t seem to take mine off of his brilliant blue orbs. That is until I’m pulled around the corner to the register.
“What the fuck was his problem?” Jackson asks, dumping his stuff on the counter.
“I don’t know,” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I keep checking over my shoulder. “But fuck me, I want to find out.”
Stepping out of Shadow Tech after meeting with my brother, I hear him lock the door behind me. He’s closing up for the night, since he was only staying open later so I could drop in for a few items I need for one of my jobs in Topeka.
Stuffing my phone inside my pocket, I move to step off the curb where my matte black R8 is parked, but my footsteps falter when I see…her.
Even wearing the gray sweatpants and oversized shirt, I can see she’s beautiful. Her heart-shaped face is so captivating andthat smile of hers is bewitching. The only thing wrong is that her incredible smile is directed toward the guy she’s walking with.
What’s even more interesting is how quickly I’m attracted to her. Not that I don’t think other women are beautiful or sexy, because I do. But this intense pull to her feels different. It’s something completely different.
Watching them closely, I see when they walk into the little convenience store across the street from my brother’s shop, and I do what I do best…I follow them.
My brow furrows at how close they seem to be. I wonder what he is to her. Is he her brother? Just a friend? Or is he someone I will need to remove from standing in my way?
I have gone from zero interest in anything but my work to one hundred. The need to know who she is, is all I have on my brain right now. Everything else falls to the waste side.
I am a professional stalker. Okay…the correct term would be private investigator or bounty hunter, and even sometimes assassin because I’ve been known to eliminate people as well. But I don’t like labels or titles that try to narrow down my extensive job skills and capabilities. Regardless of what I am, or what I do for my clients, I’m paid very well to do it all.
When I watch them step down the aisle with snacks, I move quietly down the one next to it so I can still hear what they are saying but not be in a position to let them know I’m eavesdropping.
“Just wait until you see me hotwire a car,” I hear her tell the little boy toy, making him laugh. Her voice has a musical lilt to it, not high-pitched and annoying like some females, but very soothing and calming. I could probably sit and listen to her speak for hours on end, and not get tired of it.
Makes me wonder what she will sound like when she moans my name.
“Damn girl…a vicious killer, a talented thief, and drop dead gorgeous. I could easily fall in love with you…if only you had the right equipment.”
Now that is interesting. A killer? A thief? I wonder who she’s killed and how many? Now I’m thinking we could be the perfect match. So much information in one small statement.
I have to have her.
I need to know more.
How should I approach her?
Standing at the end of the aisle, still trying to listen in, they walk right in front of me, heading to the drink coolers. Their attention is solely on each other, their conversation, and their task of shopping. They seem to be pretty close, but from what he just said I think he’s gay. Nothing wrong with that. Maybe I don’t need to get rid of him at the moment.
Walking up behind them, I let my eyes roam over the back of her. She’s smaller than me, but not short by any means. She’s hiding herself under all those baggy clothes, but I can already tell she has an hourglass shape and firm tight ass.
