Page 58 of The Ghost Assassin

He narrows his eyes. “He’s intrigued by you, I think.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, cautious about what I give up for fear I’m going to just send Kane over the edge.

“Then you agree?”

I hesitate. He knows. “Lilah.”

“I felt it last night, but he’s worried about getting on your bad side when I don’t think he worries about many people at all.”

“He already got on my bad side.” His jaw sharpens. “I’m done with Ghost. It’s time for him to die.”

Chapter Forty-Four

I’m not sure how Kane intends to take out Ghost, but I spend the best part of our morning routine trying to convince him he can’t do that until I catch my bad guy. “Ghost knows who I’m hunting,” I argue as he loops his tie. “I need him to talk, and he can’t do that if he’s dead.”

“He’s way too drawn to you, Lilah,” he says a little later, leaning on the kitchen island with a coffee cup in hand. “There’s nothing good that comes of that.”

“Yes, there is. I already called Houston. He’s sending a sketch artist over. For all we know, Ghost is working for the government himself.”

“Ghost doesn’t work for the government,” he says. “Killing people is what he does. Killing people, Lilah. That could mean you. Or me, if he’s obsessed with you and thinks I’m in the way.”

I step in front of him and collect his cup right from his hand before sipping the sweet beverage. Kane might live his life dark and on edge, but he likes his coffee and his women sweet. Okay, just his coffee.

“He doesn’t want to piss you off. You’re a potential payday. He won’t come at either of us.”

“I don’t like his interest in you. I don’t know how many times I have to say that.”

“I think he thinks I’m like him.”

“You are not like him, Lilah. You kill people like him. He kills people for money. I have to go to a meeting.” He retrieves his coffee from my hand and slugs back a drink before setting his cup in the sink. “Kit’s with you today and until Ghost is dead.”

“Did I mention the President wants to meet you and talk oil?”

“I’m sure your father would love that. He wants me to be his golden ticket.”

“Will you be mine?”

He leans in and kisses me. “I am yours, Lilah, which is why I’m going to kill Ghost. And before you bitch, I would have done it without telling you before. We’ve come a long way, bella.”

I grab his belt loop. “If you can kill him, you can find him. Find him and let’s talk to him first.”

“I won’t find him,” he says. “Another assassin will.”

“If an assassin can find Ghost, they can tell us where to find him.”

“You’re killing me, Lilah. I’ll think about it. After my meeting.”

“What about your father?”

“I’m still thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Catch your killer,” he says. “Then we’ll talk.”

“I thought you said we came a long way.”

“Later, bella. I have to go.” He glances at a text on his phone and adds, “Your sketch artist is here.”

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