Page 43 of Reaper and Ruin
“He’s a cop,” she whispered.
I was pretty sure my mouth couldn’t have dropped open any farther. “Are you serious? Skinny Devin?”
She nodded and filled us in on their conversation.
Whip let out a long breath. “Does he know anything…more? Did you say anything about us?”
She shook her head quickly. “No. But there’s something else. Travis was here. He’s still saying I owe him.”
I rolled my eyes. “That little fuck? I’ll get rid of him.”
I waited for Violet to tell me not to again. But she didn’t.
Excitement lit up inside me at the very thought of taking that fucker out. It had to happen eventually anyway. The guy was on the list. But I hated the way Violet shrank in on herself every time he was around.
I would take great delight in ending him.
Maybe I’d get some of that koala chlamydia from somewhere and give him a good dose of that so he suffered first.
I found that idea oddly delightful.
She didn’t exactly seem happy by the idea though, and that brought me right back to being sad. I clapped my hands together, startling the three of them.
“Okay, so how about I cook dinner tonight? I think we deserve a nice meal after all of this.”
“You cook?” Levi asked, skepticism rich in his voice.
I didn’t miss a beat. “I also vacuum in heels and throw dinner parties for my imaginary friends. Try to keep up.”
Violet covered her mouth to hide her smile.
And my job was done. I’d pat myself on the back later.
“So, you in?” I asked Levi.
He shrugged. “I’m never going to say no to someone who wants to feed me.”
“Violet? You trust my cooking abilities?”
“Of course. I can’t wait.”
We reached Whip’s car and took up the seats we’d had on the way here, me in the front with Whip. I pulled my seat belt on and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.
I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “X to Whip. X to Whip. Do you read me? Are you coming to dinner?”
His gaze fell to his hands on the steering wheel. “I can’t, not tonight.”
Levi poked the back of Whip’s seat with his knee. “Come on. What else do you have to do?”
I snorted. “Maybe he has a hot date.”
Whip said nothing.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Wait, do you have a hot date?”
He started the car without looking at me. “It’s not a date. But I have a client, yeah.”
“You’re going to get naked with someone other than us?” I moved my mouth around, silently repeating the words. “Well, that was a sentence I never thought I’d say.” I pinched my jaw and opened and closed it a few times, distracting myself from why I suddenly felt weird about the very thought of Whip rolling around in the sheets with some random woman.
